They were classmates and classmates kept their other fellow students' numbers for projects and stuff.. Right? He managed to convince himself to channel his inner Chat Noir and just ask her for her number even though it filled him with enough nerves that seemed to somehow make his bad luck even worse. That was why he had her number.

Marinette had somewhat grown accustomed to him enough to calm her stutter though there was still a trace of it, only keeping her ever present blush when talking to him. Alya had somehow managed to convince him and Marinette that Miss Bustier had paired the two up for a project. How she managed to convince Nino was beyond him.

It definitely took the girl a while to get comfortable but when he did, he had managed to convince her to hang out with him more and not for the project. He had managed to convince Alya (he couldn't bring himself to ask the girl herself) for Marinette's number and the Chat Noir in him couldn't resist and labeled her contact name as 'Princess' and it made him laugh every time he saw her contact name, the memory of her brushing off the feline's attempt at flirting arising.

He learned more about her during their lunch. She did, in fact, do more than sewing and actually created some of the pastries sold at her parents' bakery (He promised himself that he would try them sometime). Her stutter had left her almost permanently when he told her how much he loved sardine and anchovy pizza and she felt the need to tease him. He almost lost his composure and nearly hugged her (though for what reason?) before he joked back that he would take her out to try it on their next date. Her face flamed at the word and he wondered if it would make Ladybug look as beautiful if Chat Noir could managed to make her blush as easily as Adrien did Marinette.

It was a good thing that they had patrol together tonight, he could give it a try again. And with one last text sent to Marinette about their next date, he wondered if Ladybug would give him her number so they could communicate outside of their transformations. They were, after all, friends, right?

With a few swipes into the air, (he still couldn't get over his transformation), he jumped out of his window and headed to the meeting place.

She was standing there at the top of the La Tour Eiffel, a calm aura around her. He jumped to land beside her, landing on all fours. Standing up, smoothly, he sauntered over to her as he felt his signature smirk form on his lips, "Good evening, my lady~"

When she didn't respond, he walked over in front of her, careful not to lose his footing and fall off the tower. Her eyes were distant and there was a hint of a smile on her face. He waved a hand in front of her face before she snapped out of it.

"My lady, if you were that distracted, I hope you didn't let an akuma bypass you.."

"Stupid Chat, that would never happen." She laughed and they both sat down at the ledge. She rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. They stayed in complete silence and while it usually was relaxing to Chat, it made him nervous today because of his requestion.

"Hey, my lady.."

"Mm?.."

He took a deep breath and she seemed to notice his worry and proceeded to place her hand on top of his, "W-Would it be out of the question to have your number?"

She picked her head off his shoulder and looked at him in slight confusion, "What do you mean?"

He averted his eyes, his tail swirling around even more at his nervousness, "I know what you said about our identities and all and t-that's fine!-" It really wasn't but he wasn't about to deny his lady. "-I just thought that.. We should be able to communicate better outside of our transformations and stuff.. I mean.. We're friends, aren't we? W-We can just use it for patrol times and stuff if you want.."

He glanced back at her and almost immediately regretted it. Though her eyes softened, she bit her lip in hesitation as she weighed out the pros and cons. His ears definitely would've fallen in disappointment if they were real.

"Forget it, it was just a random suggestion.." He stood, brushing off any dirt from his leather cat suit, preparing to jump off and go home when he was stopped by Ladybug's voice, barely audible his cat abilities managed to catch the sound.

"Okay."

He spun around, nearly falling off the tower before he went up and hugged her. She laughed happily, and he swore that it would forever be ingrained into his mind, ignoring the familiar feeling it gave him.

"Better listen up, kitty cat because I won't say it again.." And he nodded while she rattled off her number. They parted, with a kiss on her hand, and for once without a smack on his head from the action.

With a final leap into the window of his bedroom, he landed gracefully next to his bed before releasing the transformation, catching Plagg in his hands. The kwami landed with a pout and immediately flew over to the stash of camembert that Adrien had hid for him. The boy flew onto his bed and grabbed his phone, immediately punching in his lady's number, saving it as 'My lady' (because what else would she be?) with a gleeful chuckle.

The phone vibrated in his hand, 'This number is already saved under 'Princess'. Would you like to edit it?'

He blinked in confusion, Plagg's loud chewing seemed to drown out from his thoughts. Why did Marinette have the same number as his lady?