The green eyed blond woke up, a soft sigh escaped his lips as he thought about a certain girl. "Ugh, all this cheesy love nonsense is giving me a headache. Kid, wake up and get me some cheese." The black kwami demanded.

"Alright, alright, I'll get you some cheese, Plagg." Adrien sat up and rolled his bed sheets off of him. He got dressed and quickly washed his hair. He spent a large amount of time grooming it, trying to make it look it's best. "Yeesh, I doubt she would even care whether your hair was messy or not. Just get me some Camembert already." Plagg said. "Oh and you should probably check the time, the bell is going to ring in twelve minutes."

The clatter of the comb falling into the bathroom sink caused Plagg to roll his eyes. "What?! Plagg, why didn't you say anything sooner?!" "You were too busy grooming that blond pelt of yours like a kitten to notice. Don't blame this on me. And hey, what about my cheese?"

Adrien took out some cheese from where he kept extra in a small container at his desk. "Plagg, transform moi!"

"What, why are youuuu- woaahhhh!"

"Marinette, come down here, a certain someone's here to see you~" Marinette heard her mother call.

Who could be here to see me? Marinette thought to herself as she grabbed her book bag by the strap and slung it over her shoulder.

She made her way downstairs and caught sight of a certain blond standing there.

She felt the heat crawl up her neck then to her face as the red color bloomed like a cherry blossom tree across her freckled cheeks. She started mentally freaking out as she made her way to the green eyed male smiling at her.

I should be mad, really, but I can't seem to work up enough fire for me to be so. "Chat Noir," he perks up a bit more at the sound of his name, as if my voice snapped him out of a dazed state he was basking in. I release a long breath, keeping my cool. "You certainly left quite an impression on us yesterday." I say as I pick up my strawberry jam sandwich and take a careful bite into it.

"I always aim to, princess." There was something about the way his green eyes glinted that let me know this boy was only going to bring me more trouble. And for some reason, I find myself too tired to care or be more wary about it. It's probably due to it being morning, but like I said, I don't care. But I most definitely should.

I let out a long yawn behind my raised hand and blink away some of my sleepiness. "Funny, I'd thought you'd be more angry than this." He said, rubbing his gloved thumb over my cheek, referring to the redness of my face. I turn away from his touch.

"That's because I rather not deal with being angry this early." I say as I finish my breakfast and take one last sip of my apple juice. "What are you even doing here Chat Noir? I've got school today."

"He's here to escort you to school. Isn't he such a gentleman?" My mother interjects from where she puts an apron on by the doorway.

Chat Noir gives me a sheepish smile. "I just couldn't wait to see you Marinette. Plus I go to the same school."

My eyes widen and I snap my head in his direction. My brows furrow. Okay, now I'm angry. "Chat Noir, you and I both know you should not be sharing anything about your private life."

Chat Noir huffs a bit, "You sound just like Ladybug. Pawlease, purrinces, I'd reveal miou identity in furront of meow this instant if you'd let miou."

I puff my cheek out, feeling conflicted between the emotions of flattery or anger. "Whatever, and stop with the puns, it's too early for me to get a headache."

"Awe don't say that." Chat laughs. "You really do sound like Ladybug." He adds and stares at me with a curious look in his eyes. I hold my breath in, unable to release it as I begin to panic.

"But of course, I prefer you Marinette. Because you don't hide secrets like she does." He says hugging me tightly as I stand up. "Hey, hey, let go. We've got to get to our classes."

I feel the stares burning holes into me from every direction as Chat and I walk across the street together. People stare with their mouths agape and their eyes wide, this causes Chat Noir to put a protective arm around me, daring them to say anything about it with his sharp glare.

I let out a small embarrassing squeak at the contact, and refuse to meet Chat's curious stare as I stare at the ground.

We arrive in front of the stair case and I can already hear people murmuring amongst themselves as they wonder why the hell ordinary Marinette Dupain-Cheng showed up with freaking Chat-awesome-superhero- Noir. I feel my face flush at all the attention, and pray to whatever god there is out there that they bury me in a nine-foot hole to save me from the embarrassment of being the center of attention.

"Hey, it's okay princess. I've got you." Chat Noir brushes my bangs out of the way as he presses a soft kiss on my forehead. In front of everyone.

I hear loud squealing and the sound of phones snapping pictures of what will inevitably spread across the internet like a forest fire. "Oh my god they're so cute!" "Aaah! I ship it!" "Gosh I'm so jealous, I wish I had a boyfriend to kiss my forehead like that!"

I attempt to drown out all the loud fangirling from the audience Chat Noir's presence formed. My stomach does wild backflips and I gulp as people form a huge circle around us. Chat Noir holds me in his arms as he attempts to hide me from the increasing crowd. He lays my head gently on his chest as he glares at the crowd. "I'll protect you, my princess." He says, only for my ears to hear.

I blush as surprise fills me. Normally I'm so used to countering him with an I-can-protect-myself rant as Ladybug. But I'm not Ladybug right now, and also, I find a guilty pleasure in being protected by him.

Maybe this love potion wasn't such a bad thing. Okay, never mind, yeah it is. He's doing all these things because of it.

Yet...a small part of me whispers to me sweetly that Chat Noir would protect me like this without the need of a love potion. And I choose to reasonably believe it, if the giddy little smile that spreads across my lips is of any indication.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng!" A voice bellows. And suddenly, the blissful state of being in Chat Noir's arms -as he counters any comment the crowd throws at us- is over, and I begin to panic once more.

The school day isn't over guys! Wait 'till he becomes Adrien. ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Anyway, the very same position they are in that you see in the cover picture, is the same one they are in currently. On deviantart I have it under the same phrase Chat said, of "I'll protect my Princess"

There's a lot of fun in P.E. class coming up next chapter. And can anyone guess who called out to Marinette? Virtual sugar cookie will go to you if you get it right. ( ^ω^)

Please inform me if there were any mistakes.

~Patch