I was really in the writing mood now! And so, chapter two! Also, is it just me or does the chapter title look funny?
Mon Chaton - Sweating
Marinette doesn't know how or when she had gotten into this situation, but she's not looking forward to it.
The blue-haired female sighed, glancing to her side. Some of the students next to her on the track were stretching, while others were chatting with their friends happily.
It was a beautiful day for the school's Sport Festival. Luck must be smiling upon everyone.
The heroine was planning on staying to the side as the Sport Festival began. But instead, Alya had signed her up for a few activities, ones that included a certain blond model.
While being in the same activities as Adrien and seeing his shining smile wasn't bad, sport wasn't her best subject.
She would probably slip up and trip just as the race began, and that would only make it worse! Embarrassing herself in front of her crush!
Alya reassured her, but the blue-haired girl still couldn't help but panic.
Plagg didn't give much support, just telling her to leave the romance and have some cheese instead.
That cat...
"Hey, Marinette!" Jumping at the beaming voice, she turned around to see the same pair of green eyes that she loved so much.
"Y-yes, Marinette-me! Uh..hi?" The female blushed, feeling her face burning.
Though, Adrien pushed that away with his glimmering smile and held out his hand,
"Good luck!" Marinette stared at his hand, in joyful wonder before realising that it was for her.
"U-uh, to you! You too!" Marinette stuttered, shaking his hand.
Adrien then returned to his track, having a small conversation with another competitor.
A wonderful sigh escaped the female, as she held her hands together and whispered, "I will never wash this hand ever again..."
Suddenly, an announcement informed everyone that the race will be beginning soon. Marinette sighed mentally.
Ready that I'll ever be...
Everyone got ready to run, hands touching the smooth surface of the ground. The countdown being spoken by the person who had the mic.
"Three.." Marinette inhaled some air, relaxing her muscles to calm her stress. "Two.." It's okay...you'll do well, Alya said so! "One...Go!"
A whistle blew and everyone took off, Marinette doing her best to run.
Never taking her eyes off the track, she never noticed herself gaining the fast speed on her competitors.
Many people gasped at Marinette's display of speed, amazed by how fast she was going.
You're doing it! You're doing it!
Seeing the end, Marinette wondered how fast time had gone, while others thought about how fast she was going.
There's the finish line!
Crossing the white line, the female cheered in happiness when she had reached the end, squealing loudly and turning around.
Expecting to see many people right behind her, she paused in surprise to see many of her competitors behind her, a few metres away.
"Wow, girl! You did awesome! Never thought you had that kind of power in you!" Holding her fist out, Marinette fist-bumped with her friend, a grin on her face.
She didn't know she had that kind of speed in her, either...
Looking over to her bag where Plagg was, she wondered if it was due to her being Chat Noire. "And you didn't even break a sweat!" Surprised by Alya's claim, Marinette didn't feel a single sweat on her face unlike some people, who were just crossing the finish line.
Opening her fist, she realised how wet her hand felt.
Was it...sweat?
"Good job, Mari!" Adrien cheered, coming third in the race. He wiped away the sweat from his forehead, making the female gaze at him blissfully.
"You t-thank! Um, t-thank you!" Marinette grinned, cheeks brightening in red.
"Hey, Plagg?" Marinette called out, sitting by her desk with a pen in hand.
She tapped the tip of her pen on her diary, trying to figure out what to write, surrounding the idea of the Sport Festival held at Collège Françoise Dupont.
"What?" The cat kwami asked, basking in the sunlight in front of her window.
"Uh, do you know anything about me sweating through my palms?" She asked, hopeful to get some answer.
Plagg's ears perked up at her words, realising what she was talking about.
"Well, if you don't know about cats, we sweat differently than all you humans. We sweat through out paws, but since you don't have any...I'm guessing your hands are considered as paws." Yawning, the kwami of destruction returned back to his nap.
"Well, that's one question answered. Now what to write..Ah! Got it!" Returning to her diary, she wrote about how Adrien shook her hand and congratulated her.
Well, that's all her questions solved!
Ready to take a short break, she crossed her arms behind her head. "Done!" Though, her eyes snapped open when she heard a notification on her phone.
Checking it, she groaned when she realised that it was one about another akuma popping up in Paris.
"Lets go, Plagg! Claws out!"