Since it was so highly demanded, here's part two of my kitten box and accidental reveal fic! I hope you all enjoy this fluffy and pun-y continuation and that you had an excellent Valentine's Day/Single's Awareness Day/Sunday!


Marinette paced back and forth, wearing a groove into the dirt. She had managed to hold in her internal screaming through the whole class and all the way outside, but she knew she needed answers, pronto. She needed to ask Adrien, to talk to Adrien, to find out if she was right. She sighed. That was the crux of the matter. If she was right, and Adrien was, well, who she thought he was...

She inhaled deeply.

She jumped as a too familiar voice called from behind her, "Marinette?" She whipped around to face the man of the hour. Adrien walked up to her, concern on his face.

"Hi A-Adrien!" She forced a smile onto her face. She was aware that she was showing too many teeth and she was probably completely freaking him out and if she was wrong about this then - oh gosh.

He leaned on the wall. If Marinette hadn't been so overwhelmed herself, she might have noticed Adrien's incessant foot tapping or his fingers drumming against his torso. "Marinette, this might not be my place to say, but you seemed upset last class. You even left without saying goodbye to Alya. And left your bag. Are you okay?" He tilted his head towards her. "Can I help?"

He held out her bag.

Any other day, Marinette would have grabbed the bag and scurried away. Any other day, she would have stumbled through a nonsensical conversation with her crush and ran. Any other day, this would be wonderful, magical even.

Marinette held out her hand. Adrien started to hand over her bag. Instead of taking it, she grabbed his hand and swiftly removed his ring. His eyes shot open and he lunged for the ring.

Her face fell. She had been right.

He reached past her but she clenched her fist around the ring. "I know what you were going to name Chester," she said quietly.

"What are you talking about Marinette? Please, give me my ring, it's important to me."

He tried to reach over her to grab her hand but she sidestepped. "You were going to name him Napawlean."

"Marinette?"

"Then Poz the Great and Powerful."

"What are you saying?" His voice betrayed his extreme level of discomfort.

"Porter stands for reporter." She didn't break eye contact, maintaining quiet intensity.

"Y-you... I don't understand." He took a step back. "If you're telling me that," he dropped out, not daring to say it aloud. "Then I, uh, oh... Wait." Adrien looked at her, really looked at her for the first time. "You're not disappointed?" he asked.

Marinette's face went from shocked to befuddled to concerned in a matter of seconds. "Why on earth would I be disappointed?" He avoided looking at her. "Adrien. You're one of my best friends and I l-like you a lot." She felt herself shaking as she touched her hand to his chin and guided his eyes to hers. "You're so important to me, why would I be disappointed?" Their eyes met for a brief moment of absolute clarity. Then Marinette realized exactly who she was talking to and who's chin she was touching and who was looking at her and- She removed her hand and lurched away. They stood next to each other, neither wanting to look at the other directly.

"Here's your ring." She held it out.

"Thanks." He snatched it from her hand. They both recoiled from the physical contact.

"Th-there's something I don't get though," Marinette started. "Why aren't you more surprised? We've spent so long keeping our identities secret and now that we're here you-" He cut her off.

"Marinette, I already knew." Her whole body tensed. "Well, had a hunch anyway."

"Wh- how?" She shot him a searching look.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I see you everyday. One way or another you're always right there. It just took some time and some coincidences to have a good idea of who you might be." He didn't mention the yearbook he had carefully worked his way through or constantly refreshing the Ladyblog. "I had a hunch and when you reacted like that in class today, I just," he shrugged, "knew. Plus you listed all the names we came up with so if I doubted it was you, well..." his voice trailed off.

Wow it was hot out today.

He shuffled his feet back and forth. "You know, I've always wanted to ask you something," he said.

"Other than my secret identity?" her voice was shaky, but at least she was talking.

"Other than that. This is much more impawrtent." She rolled her eyes. "Why don't you like my puns?" he asked with a slight smile.

She blinked. "You really want to know?"

He nodded.

"Well, they bug me. It ticks me off that I can't bee a part of the pun party," she deadpanned.

"Did you just-"

"I mite have." Shocked, he stared at her. "C'mon Adrien, don't let me antagonize you." The corner of her mouth twitched.

"Did you look these up?" he asked, incredulous.

"Actually, I make them up on the fly." A proud grin finally spread across her face.

He shook his head. "I didn't think I could be more impressed by you than I was before."

She fixed him with an innocent look. "It was impawssible?" she asked. Adrien barked out a laugh that quickly turning into a giggle fit. He tried to hold them down, but every time he looked over at Marinette another giggle escaped.

He fought through his laughter and managed to squeak out, "That was awful," before doubling over again.

Marinette snorted at his antics. "Pawful?" she said, and Adrien laughed harder. His contagious laughter overtook her in seconds. It started as another snort then a giggle and then full on belly laughter. They laughed until their chests hurt and tears ran down their cheeks. Every time their mirth died down, they made eye contact and the cycle started all over again. After several minutes filled with guffaws and hoots and hollers, their laughter subsided. Adrien chortled into his hand, trying to crush it before it bubbled up again. Marinette wiped the tears from her eyes.

Adrien slid down and leaned his head against the wall. "Say, Marinette?"

"Mm hm?" Marinette wiped the tears from her eyes.

He looked up at her from the ground and smiled. "I'm glad you found me," he said.

She smiled and sat next to him. "If there was any way this had to happen, I'm glad this is how it happened," she said. He reached for her hand and she wrapped her fingers around his. He hummed.

"Marinette?" Alya's voice called. Marinette started but before she could move, Alya's head poked around the corner of the school building. "There you are! I've been lo-" She cut herself off mid-sentence. Her eyes darted up and down the two people leaning against the wall. Her vision zeroed in on their intertwined fingers.

Then she saw the indecipherable look on Marinette's face. She backed away. "Nope!" Alya pointed at her friend. "Girl, you better call me when this," she gestured at the couple, oh gosh the couple, "is over." She pegged them with one last searching look then retreated.

"I'll be hearing about that later," she sighed.

"I'm sorry, we can go if you want to." He motioned to stand up but she pulled him back.

"Shh," she rested her head on his shoulder. "This," she squeezed his hand, "is worth it."


Well, there it is! I hope it was worth the wait and thank you for your reviews and favorites and follows, they mean the world to me! See you in the next one~