Claw Noir's tail swished as he sat on a lamppost, hoping to get a glance of Marinette. Was he going to ask her out as Claw? He could, but he felt he had a better shot as Adrien. He was in the catsuit to get a better vantage point.
Students beginning swarming into school, or hanging out on the sidewalk. Claw groaned. He knew Marinette liked her morning coffee, but this was ridiculous!
Wait, his triangular eyes heard the click-click of her combat boots. Time to ask her for a date. Gulp.
But maybe luck wouldn't be on his side, as Adrien emerged into the crowd, and Marinette disappeared and reappeared at random. But Adrien wasn't upset. He could admire from afar.
"So pretty," he murmured. Marinette whirled and glared at him. Uh-oh, he'd meant to say that in his head! "What do you say?" she asked, walking up to him. "Um, so ugly," he tossed his hand, as if he was repulsed by the sight of her. After all, they knew the other were Toxinelle and Claw Noir and continued to have love-hate squabbles. Marinette raised a eyebrow.
"Okay," Adrien cried, going down on one knee, "You are exactly my brand of catnip, and I want to ask you out!" "Adrien, stand up!" She hissed. "You look like your proposing!" "Please, Cockroach!"
"Ah, ah. When I'm not in the suit, it's Princess. And yes, I'll go as long as you buy Starbucks." She slipped her arm through his.
"By the way, we're you watching for me as Claw?" "Maybe." "Claw, I am not a mouse for you to play with!" "Yeah, you are," his lip jutted out. "Your MultiMouse." "Oh, Fleabag."
They were outside the classroom door, and Marinette pecked him on the cheek, before stepping inside. Adrien blushed and hurried after her, ready for a date or come what may.