Kitty

It was not her idea. Nor was it even a good idea. And Marinette was going to give Alya evils for thinking of it. She anxiously ran about her room, trying to clear it of any embarrassing things.

Alya had traded partners with Adrien, getting Nino, and giving him Marinette, and all the while, the Raven haired girl had been desperately trying to stop her from doing so. And now, she had to do a project with him! Not just any project, but a project on poetry, and as it had been, they were given a topic.

And of course, she'd be given the love topic, and despite ladybugs being lucky in the love department, Marinette felt anything but lucky.

She nearly jumps five feet when she hears her name being called, and when she whirls around and manages to fall over her own two feet, and when she's caught, and pulled into a chest clothed in black, she looks up at find a grinning Chat.

Her brow quirks up as she pulls away, "Chat Noir? What are you doing here?" He smirks, "Adrien asked for me to help you with the project that you two are doing, because he couldn't make it. A photo shoot or something."

She raises a brow, sceptic, "did he tell you what it was about?" She was trying not to grin, mostly happy that she doesn't have to deal with the anxiety of being so close to Adrien.

"Poetry, or something, and don't worry, this Chat has poetry in the bag. Have you heard what I've come up with for M'Ladybug?"

She tries not to grin, and shakes her head, "no, I haven't, but I'll take your word on it." He flops himself down on her leaning couch, "okay, but you don't know what you're missing."

She does grin this time, and sits in her wheeled chair, and pushes herself closer to him, "oh, really? Okay, tell me, what is poetry to you then?"

He sits up, and drums his fingers on his chin, before cheekily beaming, "poetry to me is stumbling around in the dark trying to find the right words to describe the feeling I get when she smiles while she sleeps."

"And by she, you mean..?" She felt like a cat playing with a toy, no pun intended. He nods, "yep. You."

She's taken back, and stares wide eyed at him, "me? But, what about ladybug?" He leans in and winks at her, "we both know who Ladybug is, M'lady."

She stares, surprised, and he coyly smirks, "it took me a while, but after a bit of thinking it through, I figured it out. I was quite surprised, but, I can't say I'm not happy that you're Ladybug, because I couldn't imagine her being any different than you, except I didn't know you were her, or her really you."

She was still surprised, but she breaks past that and smiles, leaning in and getting close to the leather clad boy, "oh, really? Do I get to learn who you are?"

He smirks, "you know me. You just have to figure it out like I did. And hopefully you can do it quick, because there's nothing I want to do more than to ask you out on a date."

"Then why not just tell me?" She muses, and he traces her jaw with his finger, and a cat like grin takes over his face, making him look equally mischievous and beautiful, "because, bugaboo, only true cats wait for the kill, and I, dear princess, am a true cat."