Tomorrow was a big day for Marinette. Tomorrow, it was her birthday. And for it, she was rightfully excited. Alya had planned something of a party, and she hoped that all of her classmates would come to celebrate with her, including and especially Adrien.
She wondered if it was too much to ask, to want him to get a gift for her. Coming to the conclusion that she would not expect anything, but instead be hopeful that he would even arrive, she was satisfied.
All of her closest friends would be there to celebrate. Her best friends, her classmates, her crush, her family. Everything would be perfect.
Except, there was one best friend that wouldn't be there; a best friend nobody was allowed to know about. Really, even he didn't know he was her best friend. She regretted that Chat Noir would not be able to make it to her birthday party, or even wish her a happy birthday.
Realization struck her suddenly; she had no idea when his birthday was. It was entirely possible that it had passed and she hadn't had the opportunity to wish him happiness or even celebrate it with him.
There was a patrol tonight, as she specifically asked for tomorrow off. She made plans to bring him a gift. For a while, there had been a project in the making; a scarf with similar quality to the one she had made for Adrien on his birthday, though in a hue of green instead of blue. The nights were getting colder, and she thought it appropriate. If she worked quickly, there was a chance she could finish it before heading out that evening.
Sure enough, Marinette headed out to patrol that night with a wrapped package and prepared speech. He was waiting for her atop one of the roofs and she landed lightly beside him.
"Good evening, Chaton," crooned Ladybug. The look he gave her when she caught his line of sight made her smile.
"Good evening My Lady," Chat responded, bowing to kiss her hand. Afterward, he craned his neck to peak at the package behind her. A smile of mischief creeped up onto his face. "What have you got with you? A gift perhaps?"
"Actually, yes."
"Truly?" His eyebrows shot up, a sense of genuine surprise reaching his voice.
"Well, I realized that, we've been working together for a very long time and I never bothered to ask you when your birthday was or to even celebrate it with you."
"I guess that comes with keeping our identities secret."
"I know, but I still wanted to give you something for being such an amazing partner and friend." Chat Noir was still clearly very surprised at the idea that she would give him a gift, but said nothing negative on the matter. "I got this for you, but… I don't know if you'd like it."
"My Lady! You didn't have to! I'm honoured. Anything I receive from you would be amazing." She grinned shyly, not entirely comforted by his words, but grateful that he said them. The paper was torn to shreds in seconds, revealing the knitted piece she had to offer. He stared at it blankly for too long a time and Ladybug could feel the hole she was biting out of her lip.
"If, if you don't like it, I could bring something else another time. It's fine. I mean, it's fashion and all up to you whether or not you like it. I'd rather get you something you could use. And besides-."
"No!" he shouted, startling both of them. "No, I mean, you don't need to get me anything else, I love it. It's, beautiful. And very well made." Her smile returned.
"I'm glad you like it. I was worried for a second."
"I must apologize, I was simply taking the time to admire it. Thank you, My Lady." Chat Noir bowed once more and gave a most dazzling smile.
"I'm happy to give you gifts Chaton, especially if it warrants such gratitude." Their evening continued without a hitch, Chat Noir wrapping his neck with the scarf of green proudly.
When Adrien returned home, he picked at the blue scarf he been gifted before, a scarf said to be from his father, and compared it. Of course he had seen it before. He wondered where she had gotten that scarf. Had she purchased it? Had she made it? Or perhaps he should have been wondering where his father had gotten the scarf he received for his birthday…
