Here's the second chapter! I got such nice reviews on the first one that I decided to turn this into a reveal fic! Granted, this is probably going to suck, but hey, at least I tried, right? So, without further ado, please enjoy Wrong Response.

Wrong Response

Ladybug swung up to the very top of the Eiffel Tower late that night, following Chat Noir's insistent request that there was something very important she had to see. Whatever it was, she was tired and she just wanted to get this over with. Today had been awful, what with the whole mistake with the flower she gave Adrien and all.

Ugh, when would she stop being such a goof and messing everything up?! She had the perfect opportunity to tell Adrien how she really felt, and now he thought that Ladybug was in love with him! Well, he wasn't wrong, but he didn't know what Marinette was Ladybug, now did he?

She was so distracted, in fact, that by the time she got to the top of the tower, she almost missed the reason Chat wanted her to be there. She landed stealthily, though nearly gave away her position in shock when she saw what awaited her. Whatever she had been expecting, this wasn't it.

A single beam of moonlight fell upon a perfect tulip, a note tied to its stem.

Ladybug knelt gently and picked up the flower, noting the beautiful dark lines through the variegated tulip's petals. Who would've guessed Chat was such a romantic? She knew that he was the only one this could be from. With a half-smile, Ladybug began reading the note. What she read, however, made the smile vanish.

Thank you for the purr-fect rose, my Lady. Guess you really do love me!

Oh no. She didn't . . . did she?

If anyone had been listening, they would have heard a string of very creative curses launched off the Eiffel Tower as the heroine of Paris yelled herself hoarse.

The next day, Marinette stalked up to the blond model before class, the tulip and the card in her hands. She slammed them both down on the desk before him, interrupting his conversation with Nino about some movie they were going to see.

"What. Even," she forced out, her voice strained from her angry shouting earlier.

"Oh, hey Marinette," Adrien greeted. "What's . . . huh?" He forgot what he was going to say as he saw the familiar card and flower lying on his desk. Where had she gotten that? Unless . . .

"He's you?" the girl rasped. "You're him?"

"You're her?" he returned, shock evident in his voice.

Nino looked between the two of them, very confused. What were they talking about? And why did Marinette sound like a cat caught in a blender? In fact, since when could Marinette talk to Adrien without stuttering? He wished Alya was here to see this. She'd be so proud of her little Mari.

Unaware of Nino's silent confusion, the duo of heroes was entrapped in an epic stare-down. Neither of them could really believe what they had just discovered. They found each other! They were in the same class! Eventually, Adrien offered Marinette a very familiar Cheshire grin.

"Well, my Lady, this is a paw-sitively miraculous turn of events," he mused.

Marinette's anger melted away as she let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. Alright, she mused silently. She could handle this. Adrien was her silly little kitty. If she thought about it, she could kind of see it. They were both gentlemen when it counted, and she trusted Chat with her life, so why shouldn't this be a great thing? Adrien was in love with her alter ego, which sort of meant Adrien was in love with her.

So preoccupied was Marinette that she didn't even think before she responded, just as she would have in costume.

"Just stop with your puns, alley cat," she chuckled, giving him a half grin. "But thanks for the flower. I really do love it."

Adrien grinned widely at her words. His Lady –his Princess –was standing in front of him, smiling and engaging in playful banter. This was the most perfect day after Valentine's Day he'd ever had.

Then he heard the screams.

Both his and Marinette's heads whipped around, eyes focusing on the source of the distressed sound. Was it another akuma? Was it Hawkmoth? What was happening? When they saw who screamed, as well as took in the look of pure excitement on her face, they realized that it wasn't an attack.

Seconds later, both of them were tackled to the ground by an over enthusiastic Alya, who had just watched the whole thing go down from the doorway. Nino, still safely in his seat, laughed at what he had just witnessed. He honestly had no idea what was going on, but judging by the smiles on both the blond's and the raven's faces, he figured that whatever happened next would be great.

As long as Alya didn't strangle them to death first.

So this got random about halfway through, and for that I apologize. Fun fact, though: giving someone a variegated tulip means you think they have beautiful eyes. I figured this fit for Adrien/Chat Noir's thoughts about Ladybug. Thanks for reading!

~C