Oh hey look, and Adrien POV chapter, there's going to be at least one more before I switch back to Marinette. And I also only worked on this for less than 2 hours today. Pretty decent work if I do say so myself. Any ways enjoy! Thank you for all the love!
I don't own Miraculous Ladybug, but I sure wish I did.
"Look kid, if you're going to let it eat at you like this, someone is bound to notice the sudden change," the small black kwami stared at his charge with distaste on his face. Throwing a piece of camembert cheese into his mouth he didn't even chew it, he swallowed it whole. A pleased sigh escaped his tiny mouth.
Adrien rolled over on his bed, ignoring the black kwami. He needed someone to talk to, but that was harder than it seemed. Sure he could text Nino but the guy would either laugh or tell him that it was completely normal for guys their age. Adrien wasn't sure which one he wanted to hear less. He turned his head to look at the phone laying on the corner of his bed, maybe he could text her, but texting her would be weird since she was part of the problem.
"Kid, it's normal at your age to think about these things. Sure you love Ladybug, but you know nothing about her. But this other girl, you see her every day at school, you're bound to be attracted to someone you see more often," Plagg floated over and sat on his phone.
"It doesn't feel okay though. Maybe I'll go talk to her again. As Cat Noir," the teen looked at his ring finger than to Plagg. The small ageless being just shrugged and shook his head, "Alright. Plagg, claws out!" Not even batting an eyelash he jumped out his bedroom window, Nathalie would think he's asleep. Since he told her he was tired from the day's events, she wouldn't come in if he didn't answer. Jumping roof top to roof top felt like true freedom, not the 'freedom' that his father had finally granted him. Coming up on the bakery, he slowed before landing on the roof softly, the lights in her room were still on, he couldn't back out now. Moving quietly along the roof he looked through the window into Marinette's pink room, it looked down a small flight of steps, and he could also see her bed off to the side. Her computer was on, but she wasn't at it, the chair nowhere to be seen. Her bed was equally empty. Jumping over the side of the little roof patio, he landed by the window where her desk was. Looking into that window was probably a bad idea, all he could see was what felt like miles of bare skin. She was shirtless with her back to him, his mouth dried, her foot switched position indicating she was going to turn and he quickly jumped back up to the roof. His heart was racing a mile a minute, in fact he thought it might jump out his mouth and run away any moment. He sat on one of the patio chairs and held his head in his hands, trying to calm his racing pulse. A sound made his cat ears twitch slightly, a latch being unhooked. Slowly small footsteps moved towards him, how'd she open the window without him hearing it? Easy enough, he could barely hear himself over the blood rushing in his ears.
A small hand touched his shin and he flinched, it felt warm through his suit, it wasn't even cold out. "Cat Noir? Is everything okay?" her voice was soft and concerned.
He shifted his gaze up to her worried blue eyes and he scanned her face, lingering on her lips a little too long. He cleared his throat before looking away again, "I-I'm not sure about that Princess."
He heard her walk around him and felt her sit down so her back was leaning against his, "You want to talk about it this time?"
"It's different than last time. Last time I just felt lonely, no one was home, thought I would stretch my legs, saw something that made me feel even more alone. This time it's something way different," he sighed and ran his hand through his unruly blonde hair.
"Something so different that you came back to a place that makes you feel lonely? Are you a masochist?"
He flinched slightly, that wasn't exactly why he came back, "Sorta. It didn't work. It's a little late for your family to be having dinner." He felt her nod behind him, but she stayed silent. She was giving him space to breathe and talk, not prying. He steeled himself mentally, "I'm not sure if you know this, but I love Ladybug. Even though I'm not sure who she is under that mask, I love her. Crazy I know. But I'm attracted to her unwavering ability to do the right thing, her strength, her courage. I know she won't tell me who she is under the mask because she's scared that I'll think that two versions of her are so different that I won't like her, that she'll let me down by knowing who she is."
Marinette shifted slightly behind him, "I mean, you probably know her better than I do, but what if it's also to keep you both safe? What if you or her got Akumatized? Wouldn't that bad guy, what's his name? Eagle Bug? Wouldn't he know who you both are at that moment?"
Cat Noir laughed slightly, "Hawkmoth. You're also probably right. But I can see the lack of her self-confidence leak through just as we're about to transform back. But Ladybug isn't why I'm all mopey." Marinette sat up straighter, slightly leaning away from him. This time he leaned against her back, "There's this girl, and I can't stop thinking about her. It's like I'm addicted to her laugh, I find myself sometimes finding ways to stare at her without her noticing, trying to imagine what it would be like to k-" he cut himself off.
Marinette nodded, "So you're saying you might have a crush on another girl? One who isn't Ladybug?" He nodded sadly, "Cat Noir, I don't think you have much to worry about. I'm sure this is happening because Ladybug hasn't told you anything about herself. I'm sure she might be a little sad if you stop liking her, but if liking this other person could keep you safe, I'm sure she would be much happier if you pursued that."
Cat Noir bit his lip before shaking his head no, "I don't know princess. The girl sometimes turns into a complete babbling mess when I talk to her sometimes. I must have done something to upset her, I'm just not sure what. Sticking to Ladybug seems right to me."
Marinette laughed then, his pulse began racing again, and he hoped she wouldn't feel his heart rate pick up. "She probably likes you, I know I do that around the guy I like," he could hear the smile in her voice.
He thought back to all the times he as Adrien turned Marinette into a babbling mess. It didn't seem like she liked him. They were just beginning to talk normally, after the gum incedent with ChloƩ he wasn't sure Marinette would ever be his friend. "I'm not sure, I know something happened between us before, I apologized for it, but I don't really know if that fixed things between us," he sighed again.
Marinette stood up and gently took his clawed hand, "Come on, I'll make you a cup of tea, maybe it'll help soothe your nerves." He nodded dumbly following the girl into her room, that's when he noticed something that hadn't been there when he had visited before. Pictures dotted the wall, as the got to the landing of the small set of stairs his eyes widened, pictures of Adrien Agreste. Marinette let go of his hand and she moved to the trap door, he watched the soft sway of her hips before she disappeared through the door. Quickly his head snapped back to the wall and he stepped closer to the images of him on the wall. Why would they be there? Why weren't they on her walls before? Did she put them up as inspiration for her designs that she was making?
Soft steps alerted him of her return, how long had he been staring at those pictures for. "Oh yeah, those. I told you about that guy I liked right? That's him. Isn't he perfect?" her dreamy sigh floated on the air.
His heart stopped. Marinette liked him? What? "This guy?" he pointed at a picture of Adrien leaning against a tree. Marinette blushed and rubbed the back of her neck, nodding slightly. "What about him?" he stared at her with his mouth slightly open.
She used a finger to close his open mouth, "I won't tell you that. You may be a hero, but I don't really know who you are." She pushed a hot mug into his hands, a flowery scent hit his nose. "Lavender and chamomile, it should help you out," she smiled before taking a sip of her own tea. She sat at her desk chair and flipped through her two designs and looked to what looked like a mess of fabric on the floor. His eyes scanned the pile while he sipped his own tea, even though the fragrance was strong, the taste was mild with a hint of sweetness to it. Turning back to the images on the wall he wondered if maybe she was kidding with him, there was no way Marinette liked Adrien, right? He watched as she wheeled on her chair from one end of the desk to the other, like she even forgot she had a superhero in her room.
He went to the end of the desk that had her tools and sewing machine and he looked at what was laid out. Small amber beads, wire, cord, some form of tool he couldn't identify, scissors. He thought back to her designs and tried to think of what it was she was working on, but he couldn't remember. "Hey alley cat, you're in my way," her breath puffed along his neck and shoulder, it made him shiver. When did she get so close? He turned to look at her slightly and she stood with her hands on her hips.
He put his mug down on the desk and turned towards her. Instead of moving out of the way, he stepped towards her. His throat felt tight and his blood was rushing in his ears, without thinking he reached out and touched her cheek. One of her eyebrows rose, and he recoiled like he had touched hot metal. "Sorry princess, I'll have to be calling it an evening. Good bye for now," he stepped back and bowed before making a quick exit up the stairs, onto the roof and out into the night.
Even with cool wind kissing his cheeks, it didn't stop the burning sensation on his face. Even after he had made it in through his window and flopped onto his bed, he still felt embarrassed, "Plagg, claws in." He felt more than saw the small black kwami flop onto his pillow beside him.
"Well, did it help?" the small kwami wasn't mocking him, wasn't being sarcastic. He seemed mildly concerned. Adrien could only groan. "I guess not. When you find out the girl who you think about almost every night worships you in secret could only make things worse," Plagg yawned.
"I can't believe I reached out to touch her. That's even weird for Cat Noir!" he made a distressed noise that he tried to muffle with his pillow.
"Hey it happens kid, all you can do now is sleep and think on it. Just because you know she likes you, doesn't mean things have to change," Plagg's voice was slowly becoming drowsier by the word.
"You're right Plagg. Stressing over it won't help me at all," he rubbed the small kwami's head. He let out a small mumble Adrien couldn't understand, "Good night Plagg." Adrien rolled over and pulled his sheets up to his shoulder. Yet just before he drifted off his mind again wandered to the baker's daughter and he wondered if her lips were as sweet as her cookies.
Well that's it for next time, poor Adrien has a lot on his plate and is probably going to get a little grouchy. But that's what being a teenager is all about right? I hope the length is alright. Bye for now guys! Leave me reviews! I want to know what you guys think!
