A/N: This is my Adriennette April 2019 challenge where I'm doing all the prompts at the end of the month because I didn't do them daily XD Here's the first set. ;)

1.Just Friends

"It's not like anyone is going to know who I am."

That was the argument that finally allowed him to go to public school for his last three years. Adrien didn't press for the year and a half after mother had passed on, but now, there was no reason for him to put off asking. Sure, his father may be Gabriel Agreste, but as far as anyone knew, Gabriel didn't have a son, so that wouldn't cause an uproar or anything.

Or, maybe people knew—it was probably on Wikipedia—but it wasn't well-known.

Either way, Adrien as determined to draw as little attention to himself as he could. To further his disguise, he put on his favorite punny cat shirt.

"I can't believe you collect those abominations," his father grumbled.

"They're hilarious!" Adrien argued with a grin, looking down at it. "What's so wrong with it?"

Gabriel sighed. "And couldn't you comb your hair?"

Adrien ran his hands through it the thick, blond strands. "Why? Is it bad? I thought it looked fine."

Again, Gabriel sighed, this time rubbing his eyes under his glasses. "Well, no one is going to mistake you for a son of mine."

"That's kinda the point, dad," Adrien said with a smirk.

The very corner of Gabriel's mouth twitched up. "Also, don't forget you have fencing tonight."

"Don't worry. I won't miss it. It's right after school."

Gabriel gave a nod. "Have a good day."

"Thanks, father. See you tonight."

"I'm so late!" Marinette screeched as she bolted out of her house, nearly getting hit by a car and running over a couple other people on her way to school.

Thankfully, she wasn't late. However, it wasn't all sunshine and roses. Because before she could take a seat in her normal seat that has been her seat for the past several school years, she had to get past the guy putting gum on her seat.

"Hey!"

The boy whipped around, his eyes wide behind his thick, black lenses.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Marinette challenged.

"I… uh…"

She scoffed. "Whatever. Just leave."

He gaped like a fish the next few seconds, Chloe and Sabrina's laughter ringing in the back ground. "Looks like someone's caught, Adrikins."

Marinette rolled her eyes. Of course, this boy was friends with Chloe. Shocking, considering that he clearly had zero style with that stupid, baggy cat pun t-shirt. "Just leave," she snipped, taking a tissue from her bag and putting it over the gum.

"You heard the fashion disaster, Adrien. Move it."

The boy was stunned for a moment, but did as asked, all while Chloe laughed and mocked "Adrikins" and Marinette.

Great. New year and nothing had changed.

Adrien felt horrible. Just how was he supposed to fix this mess when the girl he'd royally screwed up with wouldn't let him get anywhere near her. He supposed that was partly his fault for not explaining anything, but she had a fierce look in her eye that kinda scared him a little. She may be small, but he honestly believed she could hand him his rear on a silver platter.

He was about to head out when he noticed that the rain had trapped said fierce girl he was intimidated by under the overhanging in front of the school.

"Hey."

Marinette immediately turned away.

He cringed. "Um… I really just want to say that I'm sorry. I really was trying to get the gum off your seat. I swear."

It was barely noticeable, but Marinette turned her head toward him.

"I haven't been to school before, and I've never seen Chloe that mean. I'm really sorry."

This time, Marinette turned all the way back toward him. "You're apologizing for her?" she asked, brow knit together in confusion and anger.

"No, uh… I mean I'm just sorry she's that mean. Particularly to you, it seems." With that, he opened his umbrella and held it out to her. "Here. A peace offering. My car is here to pick me up, and I can get another."

The anger on her face gradually faded, leaving a much softer expression. Hesitantly, she reached for the offered umbrella. "Are you sure?"

He flashed her a smile. "Yeah. You were grumbling about having to walk home in the rain in class."

She took the umbrella. "Thanks. I'll return it tomorrow."

"Don't worry about it," he said with a shrug. "I'll see you tomorrow."

She gave him a smile. It was small, but he felt like he'd been graced with a gift. "Marinette," she said, sticking one hand out, clearly inviting him to shake it.

He grinned, taking her hand to shake. "Adrien."

"I'll see you tomorrow, Adrien. Thank you again for the umbrella. I really appreciate it."

And just like that, she was gone.

Adrien's smile was wide as he ran off into the rain and slid into the back seat of the car. It was too early to tell, and maybe it was too early to call it anything more than acquaintances, but he hoped that one day, maybe, they could be friends.

2.Seat Buddies

It was the second day of school, and the rain hadn't let up. It was both a blessing and a curse because that meant she remembered to pack the umbrella Adrien had loaned her as well as one of her own.

However, that didn't help her get to school on time. In any sort of dry condition.

Still, she arrived right before the bell rang and took a seat in the only empty spot. Conveniently, right next to Adrien.

When the teacher wasn't looking, Marinette pulled the umbrella out of her bag and passed it under the desk to Adrien. "Thank you," she whispered.

He stared at it a moment, stunned, before taking the umbrella and slipping it in his bag. "You're welcome."

Marinette frowned. "Were you not expecting it back?"

He shrugged. "I don't know what to expect. And Chloe doesn't give anything back."

Her brow furrowed. "Why do you always talk about Chloe? Don't you have any other friends."

"No."

The answer itself was surprising, but the bluntness made her jump.

"I was homeschooled until I came here," he continued. "I know Chloe because of a family friend, but I don't really have anyone else."

Marinette glanced toward the front, uncertain of what to say as well as checking to make sure the teacher hadn't caught onto their conversation. "Well," she whispered back. "That's just ridiculous. You have me. We're seat buddies now."

His expression was one of surprise, but he quickly schooled it and glanced back at the front. "Really?"

"Totally."

His smile was worth its weight in gold. "I'd like that, Seat Buddy."

3.Embarrassing

They became fast friends. By the end of the month, Marinette could say that he could see Adrien becoming her best friend, second to Alya, of course. Despite only knowing each other a short time, the duo started hanging out at Marinette's house after school once they learned they loved the same video games.

When Adrien was free, that is. Between fencing and mandarin lessons and piano, he was seemingly swamped all the time.

"Who are your parents that they make you do all these lessons?"

Adrien pouted as Marinette won the first round of UMS III. "How do you always beat me!"

"I'm magic," she commented. "Now, answer the question."

Adrien just shrugged. "What does it matter?"

"I just want to know what kind of parents, who are clearly wealthy considering your car and the fact you take a ton of lessons, let you walk out of the house dressed like that."

"Like what?" Adrien asked, clearly confused.

Marinette motioned to his baggy, neon green hoodie and his messy hair. "You know."

"No, I don't."

"In stupid cat pun t-shirts—"

He gasped, slapping a hand over his chest in mock offence. "Cat puns are the best."

She leveled him a look all while trying not to laugh. "You're a loon. How are we friends."

"We're seat buddies." Adrien always said that with pride, like some giddy child showing off his prized possession.

"You're such a dork."

"You're stuck with me; get over it. Now let me beat you."

"Not a chance."

After two more rounds, Marinette offered to grab some snacks for the two of them. Adrien willingly followed her down into the bakery where they snagged some cupcakes that didn't make the cut.

"Yum!" Adrien said, plenty happy as he carried a couple cupcakes up the stairs back to the apartment.

"You haven't even eaten them yet," Marinette giggled.

"I don't have to to know they're amazing."

She rolled her eyes, then grabbed two plates from the cupboard to catch the crumbs before the duo sat down at the kitchen table.

After a single bite, Adrien moaned his appreciation. "See. They're perfect."

She shook her head. "Please. Even if they weren't, you'd make a show just to prove a point."

They may have only known each other a month, but Marinette knew that when Adrien got that kind of smug look, it only meant trouble. Instead of saying a word, he bit into the cupcake again, moaning loudly and doing some sort of stupid happy dance.

As he went in for the second bite, though, Marinette had had enough and flicked the cupcake upwards, smashing it into his nose and getting frosting all over his glasses.

"Hey!" he cried indignantly.

"It's your fault."

"My fault?"

Marinette giggled. "You're such a dork."

He pouted, and she smugly took a bite of her cupcake.

Her mistake.

Adrien was quick to return the favor. Now, he was the one laughing while she had chocolate frosting clinging to her nose.

"Okay," Marinette said, grabbing her other cupcake, a wicked grin bubbling up. "If that's how you want to play, it's on."

In a second, the two teens smashed the cupcakes into each other's faces.

Too bad the frosting on Marinette's cupcake fell off onto Adrien's shirt before the cupcake hit his face.

After a moment of laughter and comments of them being way too juvenile, they grabbed paper towels to start cleaning up.

"We should wash that frosting off before it stains," Marinette commented, pointing at the large chocolate smear down the front of his hoodie. "I can see if I have anything that fits so that I could throw it in the wash for you."

"That's fine," Adrien said, taking off his glasses. "I have a shirt on underneath."

Before Marinette could say a word, Adrien had pulled his hoodie up over his head, revealing a tight, black tee he had on underneath. He bundled up the hoodie so as not to get chocolate everywhere, then turned to her, running a hand through his hair absently.

And that was the moment Marinette knew she was in serious trouble.

"Marinette?"

She shook herself from her trance at the mention of her name. "Yeah? What?"

"What should I do with this?" He motioned to the hoodie in his hands.

"I'll take it," she said quickly. "I'll throw it in the wash and get the chocolate right out. Yup. I'll be back in a moment."

She could feel the pink on her cheeks as she took the jacket and ran. She hoped beyond hoped she wasn't staring too long; she'd be beyond embarrassed if that was the case.

After all, what's a girl supposed to do when she realizes that underneath the cat puns, baggy hoodies, nerdy glasses, and messy hair that her total dork of a friend is actually a surprisingly toned perfect 10?