"Really?" Chat Noir cried. "You'll really give me your phone number? After all these years of pining, has My Lady finally fallen for my charms?"
"More like, I've given in to your persistence and infallible beleaguer," Ladybug admitted, handing over a piece of paper with her number. He had been going on about it for months, and she grew tired.
"Whatever works for you, My Lady," he replied, winking at her as he accepted the paper. "I promise I'll do my furry best not to bother you with my clawsome texts all the time." Ladybug rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smile that threated to creep onto her face. He leaned in, watching for her grin that began to form.
"Your puns are getting worse, Chaton," she commented, pushing him back by the tip of his nose and walking off. His grin faded as he took in the look on your face.
"You don't have to do this if you really don't want to…" His voice was full of worry and regret. A sense of pride seemed to swell in Ladybug's chest, happy that he would respect her decisions so closely.
"It's fine, minou. I didn't think it would hurt anything. Besides, it would be a great way to contact each other with info on akuma attacks or the like." The smile returned to his cheeks. The conversation turned elsewhere for a while before they said their goodbyes. "Bonne nuit et a demain!" Ladybug was off into the night without another word.
Adrien felt as if he were about to explode in happiness. After months of asking, he finally got her number. He hadn't actually believed it would work. For years he had been flirting with her and asking her to fall in love with him. Never before had any of his advances been acknowledged. Perhaps she truly was falling for him.
In this form, Adrien didn't have a single pocket for a phone to be hidden, though it was certainly on his person some where. He sped home as quickly as he could, desperate for the ability to talk to his Lady outside of patrols and akuma attacks.
As soon as he detransformed, he pulled his phone from his pocket and entered her number as a new contact. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips turned down when he saw Marinette's named pop up in his contacts list. It couldn't have been right. Adrien walked dejectedly over to his bed and flopped down onto it.
It had been too good to be true! Of course she wouldn't have given him her real phone number. He wondered why she had even gone through the trouble of giving him the wrong one. It seemed unlike her to trick him in such a way.
He looked back at his phone, the number he typed in, and the slip of paper with Ladybug's handwriting on it. No such luck. He hadn't typed the number incorrectly. Adrien sighed deeply at his misfortune.
A part of him wondered if it had not been at all her distrust of him or any sort of mischief. His eyes narrowed in thought. The idea wasn't impossible that he had given her the right number. It was not to say that she would have known that she already had his number.
Perhaps, instead of a mere coincidence, this was a stroke of luck he unknowingly possessed. And it was this small bit of hope that pushed him to send his classmate a quick text. Even if his suspicions had been false, he would only grow closer to one of his friends, and there was nothing to lose.
But if he was write, and there had been no malice in her intent, and Marinette was exactly who he thought she was, then…
Adrien rolled violently on his bed at the thought that he may have found his leading Lady. Sometimes being the embodiment of the god of destruction and bad luck wasn't all bad.