Adrien pressed the small folded sticky notes between his hands he held flat together on his lap. His heart slammed against his chest like a wild animal trying to escape a cage, and in some remote, distant part of of him, he feared it really might break a rib despite his more logical side saying it was an "absolutely ludicrous thought."

But he'd been having those thoughts all day, and so far they'd been right. His lip twitched. Adrien wasn't quite sure if it was a smile or a frown because his nerves were eating him so badly he could barely form a coherent thought.

It didn't help his distraught state at all when Marinette came barrelling into the room, an elephant on heels as crashed against the doorframe. She yelled out, gripping her shoulder as the pain tingled in her arm for the moment. Seconds later did her eyes catch Adrien's curious gaze to her, and she stumbled back, successfully tripping herself in the process.

There was silence between them as her laughter died, and Adrien knew the kinds of confusing emotions that must have been swirling around inside of her–the initial rejection was the hardest part. They were two in the same, both of them. Adrien understood, though, because even sometimes hedidn't want to admit such an obvious truth. It made freedom seem that much closer and further way.

Happiness, though? He was looking at it in the form of a blushing, stuttering girl that wasn't making any sense. Marinette never did make much sense to begin with, and Adrien couldn't help thinking it was cute in it's own way.

Finally the words came. One word as Marinette held up the crumpled and uncrumpled sticky note in her hand.

"This…"

The unfinished sentence was easily translatable. In its own form from Adrien's thoughts, it went a little something like, "This note is from you, isn't it? You're saying you're Chat Noir then?"

Adrien pressed his lips together, a thought forming in quiet words to the ears. He looked away from Marinette, but kept in her the corner of his eye. Half of his body was leaning against the desk, ready to jump if Marinette started to run. He wanted to say he believed in her, that she wouldn't do such a thing, but he didn't want to risk anything.

He had to tell her today. If he didn't, Adrien knew he'd never get the courage to do this again. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he let it all out through his mouth as he stood up and walked over to Marinette.

A lot of emotions were swirling around in her eyes, and Adrien smiled guiltily at her. It was his fault, he knew, but that didn't stop the sudden rush of adrenaline from pumping through him. Who knew he could have such an effect on her.

"I think you'll find the answers in these," Adrien said as he handed her the sticky note he'd been holding the entire time. "This is one of them, but you'll find the rest hidden around the classroom. You have to find all of them to get the full message. Don't worry"–Adrien laughed, patting Marinette on the shoulder once. "–I numbered them for you. Good luck."

And with that, Adrien trotted back to his seat, this time jumping up on the desk and not even bothering with sitting in the actual seat. He watched a very flustered and confused Marinette dart around the room, looking for the colorful sticky notes he'd hidden. She'd been able to find most of them quite easily (he was surprised at the fact since he thought he'd hidden them all quite well, but then again she'd always been sharp when it concerned serious situations); however, she was stuck on the last one–the most important one.

"If you lost the scent," Adrien said, one of his lips pointing up, "I can give you a whiff."

Marinette stood in the middle of the floor in her class. She looked up at him, and Adrien laughed at the plain annoyance in her eyes. He was too busy laughing to pay attention to her rude remark about his joke, wiping his eye as Marinette walked up to him.

Every thought he had paused. He froze, her face only inches away from him. Would she hear his heart? Did he seem under control? because he sure as hell didn't feel that way. He was a volcano ready to explode.

"You're stupid cat puns aside," Marinette seethed, "I found it. The last one."

She held the seven sticky notes up in her hand. Without a word, she handed some to Adrien. He didn't need instructions, they were clear enough. Together they set up the sticky notes until they were perfectly set up side by side in a nice and neat row along the desk.

I loaf you a latte

.

because I'm quite fawnd of you,

my deer

.

You're my butter half

.

I want to avocuddle with

.

and just remember

owl always love you,

.

My Lady and my Princess

.

No, my whole word

There wasn't a need for any more words than that. The scribbled writing, the tears, laugher… the glow of the sun as it swirled colors around them. It was more than enough. So much more that Adrien knew his thank you couldn't convey everything he was feeling.

Maybe the memory of this day would be, though.

:~(Author's Note)~:

THIS IS A ONE TIME THING. DO NOT ASK FOR MORE.

I know I repeatedly said that I wasn't going to make a sequel, but I was browsing through some lists of prompts I had when I came across I love: on a post-it note. Of course, since I already had a story like this (and I really wanted to write it), I decided that I'd make "another one." This is a sequel, but this is also a stand alone; you can read both without reading the other, and that is what I'm using to justify myself.

A lot of people liked the original Sticky Notes, so I hope you like this one too! I really have no excuse for the horrible writing in the first part, so I hope this makes up for it ^-^ As always, thank you so much for reading, reviewing, and being awesome. I love you guys *heart*