Hey guys ;)

My first Fanfiction in this fandom, so I just patched some scenes together I thought would be cute to write/read. I first intended to write a OneShot... Yeah, it just... kinda got out of hand, so you can expect five chapters in the end. Although im pretty good in english, it is my first story in this language and my beta-reader is obviously too ocupied to reread, so I hope you don´t mind any mistakes in spelling and grammar :) and if you do, feel free to correct me.

So... hope you enjoy :D

One Week

When lunch bell rang the shuffling of sheets, and bags filled the classroom. Adrien was in no hurry, since Nino wasn't at school because of some nasty cold, so he slowly opened his bag, to put his tablet away, when he discovered than something was missing. Or better someone. "Plagg?" he murmured. With a frown he put different sheets and books out of his bag again, to ensure, that the little fur-ball didn't hide in between. He even emptied the little pockets at the sides, to discover, that the kwami wasn't there either.

With a small "Damn" He put the things messily back and hurried out of the classroom. Out of the door he looked at both sides, in hope to spot a tiny black ball, but it was no use, since there were so many of his classmates outside in the hall, chatting and doing their stuff.

Maybe he should try the cafeteria, Plagg vanished before, only to snatch some cheese. Before he was able to turn in the direction most of the students headed, he were dragged back by some fierce hands at his elbow. "Where are you going?!" came the shrill voice of Cloe Bourgois from behind. "You promised to eat lunch with me today, you forgot, silly?" He hadn´t promised anything and he hadn´t time for this right now. With an exaggerated sigh, he turned to his childhood friend with a smile "Hey, Chlo. I´m sorry, I must have really forgot. Do you mind, if we eat together tomorrow? I promised Nino to bring him soup, because he´s ill and... yeah, I´m sorry, Chlo" He tried to wiggle his arm free, but Chloe seemed to have different things in mind. "But Adriiicherie, we hadn´t lunch together for ages, and you really promised me. Forget this Nino, I´m better company, than this bacteria coughing friend of yours. He´s going to be all right, even if you don´t visit him" He was sure that Nino will be all right, because he first had no intention of visiting him. But he had to find Plagg first, so there was no point in going with Chloe. Later, he would probably really visit Nino, only because he knew, that his friend was bored to death on his own. He had texted him during class and a visit wouldn´t be a bad idea, he realised. "I´m sorry, Chlo, we eat together tomorrow, okay?" he tried again and shook his arm with a little more force and finally Chloe sets him free. She really seems sad, because of how he had turned her down. She crossed her arms over her chest and a little pout formed her lips. Through her lashes she asks again: "Promised?" With a smile and a "Promised" he sealed his doom called lunch tomorrow. When Chloe seemed happy again, he waved her good-bye, turned on his heal and dashed to the cafeteria.

Only a few turns and he stood in the doorway. On his right side was a large counter with employees behind and food in big cans. His right side and the most of the room was occupied with table groups and chattering and eating students.

Not really sure, where he should look first for his missing kwami, he attended the saladbar, pretty sure, that he was most likely there. Pretending, he wanted something to eat, he grabbed a tablet and looked around. Sometimes, when he was sure, noone would hear him, he murmured a stressed "Plagg?" calling for the tiny magical creature. After a few minutes around the saladbar, he descended the search and turned to the counter with the food. After looking over the different meals, he was pretty sure, that there was nothing Plagg would be interested in. With a sigh, he put the tablet back on the tray and left.

Back in the hallway, he decided to go back to his classroom, maybe Plagg had came back and is now waiting for him over there. That happened before too.

Back in his classroom, he made a few circles around the tables, always calling his name. When he was pretty sure, that Plagg wasn´t there either, he turned to leave the room and headed to the library. Sometimes, he vanishes in there to ´read´. This happened a few times too and Adrien didn´t believe his kwami he wanted to ´read´. But Plagg insisted that this was the only thing he did in there, and because Adrien had no better explanation, he didn´t ask further.

Turning to the big doors across the yard, he began to climb the stairs. Would this be the first time, the kwami vanished out of his bag, he would surely loose his mind. The first few times this happened he really did. But sooner or later, the kwami found his way back to his charge, so he did not worry. Yet.

With one more sigh, he opened the door and stepped into the gigantic library. Dust danced in the light, which streamed through the high windows and the shuffling and scrabbling of learning students filled the air between the high shelves. He went straight through the middle and began his search again. Here and there a whispered "Plagg?" and soon he was certain, that the little kwami wasn´t in the library either. With a groan he turned around and searched one more time through the rows.

Now he really hoped Plagg hasn´t followed one of his classmates again. Once he spotted him in Marinettes bakery. It ended with the most awkward lunchbreak ever. He had toppled into the inviting customers area, pretending to look for something to eat. While he had an awkward "conversation" with his classmate, he was able to snatch Plagg from the counter.

It was a pity, that Marinette didn´t get two words together when he was around. He knew, that she could be passionate and sassy around people. Hell, she managed to stand up against Chloe, something he had tried for years, but when he was around, she turned into a puddle of nerves. Sometimes he wondered, if she hated him for the gum incident at the beginning of the year. But Nino told him, that it was something complete different. Something complete different meant normally, that she was probably in love with him, but he didn´t think of it that much, they didn´t know each other well and he had enough fangirls, swooning over him, his model-him. He doesn´t think that Marinette is this kind of person, falling in love with posters and magazine clippings. He was at a loss with this girl. But nonetheless he wanted to know her better, if only she wasn´t this nervous when he was around.

After reaching the front again, still without a clue of the black fairy, he decided to check the classroom one last time. The halls were empty now, his steps were echoed by the walls. When he passed the windows on the hallside of his classroom, he let a delighted sigh escape his lips. There was a small black dot draped on his desk.

"There you are!" he called his partner, as soon as he had opened the door. A tired green eye peeked at him, when Adrien closed his hand around the black cat. "Took you long enough" moaned the kwami "bring me cheese, I´m hungry, Adrien." "No, I told you before, not to wander around. I had to search the hole school again only because you were bored. No cheese," he finished.

The little kwami groaned and floated up. "You know, you can´t transform, when I´m not fed," he murmured and crossed his paws over his little chest. Adrien raised an eyebrow. "I´ll take the risk" He knew, that the little god was well fed, because of all the stacks of Camembert he swallowed every day and he was sure, that Plagg just ate a few on his track through the school. "Come on, Plagg," he said and opened his bag, so Plagg could zipp in, "We have to go, Gorilla is surely waiting outside to pick us up." But the black creature obviously had something different in mind. He smirked and stared at something behind Adrien. "Are you sure, you want to go home now?" Curious because of Plaggs behaviour, he turned and-

-and stared directly in wide open bluebell eyes, belonging to one of his classmates. Marinette. Marinette. And Plagg. Marinette saw him talk to Plagg. And Plagg had no intentions in hiding. Damn his luck.

For a few seconds all he was able to do was staring back at Marinette and make up his mind how he could explain this. "That´s my cat!", he blurted the first thing, that came to his mind, "It´s a special one... from Tunisia" He snatched Plagg out of the air and hid him behind his back.

His voice seemed to break the stupor on Marinette and the slowly brought her hands to the sides of her face. "You´re Chat Noir," she stated, horror filled her face. "No-" he began to protest, but Marinette interrupted him. "Adrien is Chat," she said again, more to herself, "Adrien Agreste is Chat Noir!"

He did´t even try to understand how she could make the connection between a floating cat, she wasn´t supposed to know, and Chat Noir, superhero of Paris. So he just dashed to his classmate and tried to calm her down, because she got louder with every word, and he couldn´t use any more of his classmates outside to know his second persona. He put his hands on her shoulders and real panic began to rise. "Listen, Marinette, I can explain-" he tried but the horror on her face switched to anger and she interrupted him again. "No, you don´t understand," she yelled, but seemed to be surprised by her voice and continued in a whisper, "you´re Chat Noir?!" He only smiled apologetic because he had absolutely no clue what to do.

Her anger switched to utter disbelieve. "You´re Chat Noir," she stated again and her hand flew to her forehead. "You´re the dumb kitty?!" "Can you please say something else?" he asked only because he had really absolutely no clue what to do with her. He ignored the snicker from behind his back and continued: "Please Mari, you have to keep this a secret okay? Ladybug will kill me if she found out, that I was so reckless and-" He cut off his speech because of her expression. The anger seemed to be back and she glared through her lashes up at him. Why did she glare?!

Then came just a dry: "Sure."

Sure? What was sure? "So you will keep this a secret?" he asked unsure, because her respond was... unsuspected. Everything in this conversation was weird, unsuspected, as if he would miss a bad joke.

She hit her forehand again with her palm. "Sure," she confirmed again more annoyed than angry now. What was going on in her head that she switched her emotions so fast? He was definitely missing something.

But he first had to make sure, that she understands. So he flashed her his biggest kitty-grin and purred a "Purrfect."

But she again hit her forehead, as if this was the dumbest joke she ever heard and groaned. "Hey, don´t hurt yourself!" he exclaimed and took her hand from her head. A little red spot formed itself where she had hit herself three times now. Marinette only sighted in defeat and murmured an unsure: "You really are him, are you?" He nodded and recognised the first time her lack of stuttering. That was good, wasn´t it? If nothing else this was definitely the longest conversation they ever had! That was good!

"W... We should make this even then," she began and now he was totally out of context. "I... It´s not fair if I know and you don´t." She didn´t look in his eyes during her monologue. "I know, it was only me who didn´t want to share, but it´s only for our best, I think? You could be lucky it was me and... and not Alya... and I mean... Alya would have told it the whole school... and I´m blabbering again. What I wanted to say is... You´re Chat Noir and it wouldn´t be fair if I..." her blabbering was somehow cute, but he didn´t get the point out of it, so he interrupted her: "Mari, what do you want to tell me?" She glimpsed up at him and turned her attention to her purse instead.

She fumbled with the hatch and murmured: "Say hi to Tikki."

He nearly thought he lost his mind, when a tiny red creature poked its head out of Marinettes purse. It had big blue eyes and a black dot on its forehead. "Hello, Adrien, nice to meet you in person!" it said and he had to blink a few times, to make sure he really got everything together.

Tiny, red, speaking, Plagg-like creature? Does that mean...? Marinette had a Miraculous? Marinette had the Miraculous? Marinette was Ladybug, Marinette was his Lady? There was his context!

A wide grin split his face when he turned his attention to Ladybug, to Marinette, to his Lady. "MyLady?", he asked, begged for confirmation. And her small smile and giggle was everything he needed.

The slight panic and confusion vanished completely and absolute joy replaced them. He had found his Lady, the love of his life and it was this smart girl? Sure, everyone could have discovered him, but destiny wanted it to be Marinette, Ladybug. He loved Marinette!

In one swift motion he had circled her with his arms and swirled her shortly through the air. He ignored her gasp, the protest and her struggling against his firm grip. The relieve was too overwhelming, he had found his Lady, his soulmate. And she was this girl behind her mask.

"Chat... Adrien...! PUT ME DOWN!" she screamed. She was furious now, he heard it in her voice, but there was something different, something hesitant, he didn´t knew from his Lady. So he put her down and stared at her. A light blush darkened her cheeks, but nonetheless it was his Ladys furious glare. Slightly frowned eyebrows, Lips pressed together in a disapproval manner. And her eyes... A deep light blue, sparkling with anger. How did he never realize it was her? Hell, those pigtails are more than obvious. And her behaviour: Never akumatized, always at the scene, never with Ladybug together. He really was oblivious, was he?

But then she stepped away. "I... I don´t think it would do any harm, if we try to be friends first?" she asked. "Friends?" he asked curious. Weren´t they already friends? "But MyLady, we are friends," he laughed somehow unsure. "You´re my Partner!"

But now, she looked somehow sad. "Yeah, you´re my Partner and I really trust Chat Noir. But I don´t know Adrien very well. I don´t know your hobbies, your hopes and dreams... And you don´t know ... Marinette." She finished in a whisper and Adrien had to confirm that she had a point. He wanted to get to know her for nearly a year now. He wanted to know her favourite colour, her favourite food. He knew, that Marinette liked designing and she adored his father. But does she really want to work in fashion industry later? So he flashed her a smile, took her hand and kissed her knuckle in a very Chat-like manner. "How comes, you´re always right?"

This earned an eyeroll and he had to laugh, it was so natural, so delighted.

"How about... I can´t believe, I ask this to Adrien Agreste... how about Lunch?" He wasn´t able to stop grinning, didn´t think, he could ever stop and he was glad that he was able to eat Lunch with his Lady, but Plagg interrupted them. "Can I get some cheese finally?" Confused, he searched for his kwami, had absolutely forgotten, he was even there. He found him in Marinettes purse, next to his partners one. "Plagg, wh... oh, I forgot, Mari, that´s Plagg" he introduced his kwami. Marinette just laughed and stunned him. "Yeah, I know him. I found him in my purse some times."

He blinked, but he decided "Okay, that´s it. No cheese for you." Marinette laughed again (Oh, he was sure, that this was his new favourite sound. Ladybug never laughed like this) and turned around to step out of the classroom. "Come on, kitty. Lunch is waiting." And how he always did, he followed her.

Alya Cesaire was a tough reporter. She followed Ladybug through battles to get the ultimate photo or the perfect Interview for her Ladyblog. She was the number one source for everything Ladybug related. You could say, Alya was hard to impress or to be shocked.

But she didn´t believe her eyes, when she saw a laughing Marinette exiting the court with a giggling Adrien Agreste at her heels. Yes, he was giggling and Marinette wasn´t a stuttering, blushing mess. Ok, the blush was there, but she seemed to be able to put words together in front of her crush. Into sentences.

She stared after her friends until they rounded the corner leading to Marinettes bakery.

"I don´t get it" was everything her mind was able to express.

"Whawt?" came the very useful answer of her boyfriend. They just had Lunch and his mouth was full of the last fries of their joined meal. "Have you seen those two?" she asked for confirmation. "Who? Marinette and Adrien? About time, don´t you think?" She sometimes hated the calm radiating from him. "About time? Hell, yeah, but I suspected more drama!" she exclaimed. A smirk spread over his face. "You´re just jealous, that your presence wasn´t necessary," he deadpanned. Oh, he thought he was sooo funny.

An hour later she sat back in her place in their classroom, waiting for Marinette and Adrien entering. Alya was kind of furious, she wanted to know, what was on, what happened and why the hell Adrien was so suddenly interested in her. She was in her Reportermode and it was Marinettes turn to give her answers. So she sat there, glaring at the door, waiting for her friend.

But they took their time and didn´t appear until the warning bell. Her best friend was the first who came into sight, because Adrien, always the gentleman, held the door. She grinned and waved at Alya, frowning and freezing, when she saw her glare. Adrien followed, but when he spotted Alyas glare he stopped right behind Marinette, grinned slightly and whispered something in Marinettes ear. Everything without breaking eyecontact. The blush on her best friends face was something she had expected but not the eyeroll and that she shoved him away! She had shoved him! Her hand flat in his face had pushing him away?! What the hell happened between those two?! She needed answers, now.

So she stood up, ignoring that the teacher could enter every minute and dashed to her best friend to push her out of the door to the bathroom.

Satisfied she ignored the gasp and the warning call of her name from her best friend. With a little more force that was needed, she pushed her friend into the room and blocked the door with crossed arms. "Answers. Now," she demanded.

Damn, that was her doom. Marinette was sure. No one could hide a secret from her reporter friend. And she obviously was in her Reportermode now and there was no way to escape with her blocking the door.

It was clear that the new development with Adrien wouldn't miss her eye and she had steeled herself for this talk. She only worried, because she had yet no clue how to ship around the Ladybug and Chat Noir topic, what was the main reason that her confidence increased around her new found partner.

"We have to go to class now, Miss Bustier will arrive soon," she tried one last time. The following rising eyebrow was expected, so she gave in. "Listen, there is not much to explain. We... somehow talked... and... and... I don´t know." Marinette had to bury her face in her hands, feeling the blush increase. The crackling erupting from her best friend startled her. "Mari, you´re hopeless," she laughed, "But where does the confidence coming from? You weren´t able to form one single correct sentence in front of him, just an hour ago!"

It was easy now, that she knew. He was Chat Noir. Chat Noir was a big, goofy, flirty dork and it was a big surprise for her to see Adrien doing this. Not in an amount she was used by her kitty, but she could see him in Adrien. The flirting was still somehow there, the puns were still there and this goofy smile too. Not so intense, but still there. So how could she be terrified by speaking to him? Yes, she had to admit, it would need some getting used to. The stuttering was still there, it just... decreased? It was Adrien Agreste, after all! But it was also her stupid kitty. He was a dork! So what should she say? Better to be vague. "I don´t know? We just talked and he made this stupid pun..." Does that sound like something Adrien would do? Alya began to laugh. "Yeah, Nino told me, Adrien had a knack for those kind of jokes." Oh, Alya had no clue. "But I didn´t know, that you would like this." She could hear the smile in her voice, so she peeked through her fingers. When she saw her best friend coming towards her, she let her hands fall to her sides and exclaimed with a whine: "Alya, he´s a dork!" Together they fell into a fit of laughter, until Alya rested her hand on her shoulder, to push her lightly out of the bathroom. "Girl, you´re hopeless," she giggled, "For now, we have classes, but you´re not off the hook. I still want some deeds!" Still giggling they made their way back to the classroom.

"Dude?" Nino turned to his best bud, when he saw the big smile on Adriens face. The girls just left the classroom and he could tell Alya was furious. "Hm?" Adrien asked. "Didn´t know you liked Marinette," with a knowing smile he waited for an answer. But he just shook his shoulders. "Recent development," he explained. "but yeah, seems I like her." So Nino offered a fistbump, which Adrien gladly returned. "Smooth."

The evening was disturbed by a nasty Akuma. It was an old woman who went wild because of an argument with her son. She called herself Retirement and turned everyone 50 years older.

Chat Noir were hit by a beam out of her cane and Ladybug was ... distracted by an olderversion of her partner. His hair was turned into slick, silver grey, neatly combed back with loose strands. He was trained and definitely didn´t look like 66. He had many similarities with his father, but his bright green eyes sparkled with anticipation, he flexed his muscles, definitely holding more strength now. "Like, what you see, bugaboo?" The yoyo against his head made a satisfying ´pang´. "Be careful, Chat, one more hit and you might die!" she called, dodging another beam.

"I will make everyone retire! Everyone is going to be old one day," the Akuma screeched. "So stop avoiding your destiny and give me your Miraculous!"

"Always the old line?" Chat began his distraction, so Ladybug could think of a plan, "purrity antiquated, huh?" He dodged another beam and launched at the Akuma with his baton. She sprang out of his way and the two fell into combat. The old Lady was definitely in better shape than anticipated. So Ladybug called her Luckycharm and soon after, the deevilized Akuma was released. Everyone was put back to their normal age and after she made sure, the woman was in well custody, she hurried to leave. Back on the rooftops she heard her partner calling for her. She stopped and turned to greet him again.

"Chat, my Miraculous..." she began, stopping at his expression. "Let´s detransform together," he suggested with a big cheshire grin, "we can go to my room and play some Mecha Strike?"

"Don´t you have a shoot later?" she remembered. But his grin widened, not even wondering why she knew this fact. "Cancelled! After the lecture of letting my driver wait at Lunch, Nathalie told me that my father had an important meeting in Milan and won´t come back until tomorrow evening and due to this urgency in Milan, my shoot is cancelled for now. I'm going to have a tough Saturday, but for now, I'm free," he explained.

The beeping of her earrings startled her first, the reflex to flee was still present, so she was nervous to agree, but after a short, pleading speech from Chat Noir, she gave her okay and they headed to the Agreste Mansion.

Seeing his Lady detransform was more stunning than he had thought it would be. The second she touched down on his carpet, a pink light erupting at her heels, engulfing her and leaving a sparkling energy behind, when his classmate suddenly stood in place where Ladybug had been. Tikki flew out of her earrings, landing on Marinettes outstretched palm. She avoided to look in his eyes, a light blush spreading again over her face. How comes, she´s so nervous and unsure, when she is Marinette? With a reassuring smile he detransformed too and felt the energy rush over his body. She followed the green spark with wide eyes and finally locked her eyes with him.

"I don´t think, I could ever get used to this," she murmured with a frown. And suddenly a sad thought crossed his mind. But he crossed it out before it had the chance to form itself in his mind. That was ridiculous. "I´m also stunned MyLady," he told her with a genuine smile. She returned it and for a few seconds until something different enlighted her face. "Do you have some cookies? Tikki could need some," she asked friendly. "Cookies? Tikki needs Cookies to recharge? Maaan, you really are lucky", he began, turning to his door, to get some snacks for themselves and their kwamis from the kitchen downstairs, "Plagg needs old, stinky Camembert. I have the feeling he´s made of this stuff and I´m also stinking because he´s always by my side." He left the room, without paying attention to Plaggs "Cheese is Love, Cheese is Life!" but Marinettes fit of giggling accompanied him.

Whistling he descended the stairs and entered the kitchen. He greeted the cook and prepared a plate with cheese for Plagg, some chocolate chip cookies for Tikki and some fruits and gummibears for Marinette and him.

When he entered his room again, he spotted Marinette with the two kwamis on his Couch, lightly chatting. "Having fun without me?", he asked with a playfull frown. "Yeah," Marinette confirmed, "We have the time of our lives."

Plagg directly dived into the Camembert, Tikki thanked him and grabbed a cookie for herself. "So? Y.. You wanted to be beat in Mecha Strike?" she asked.

He laughed and prepared the game. "You are so sure, MyLady, but pay attention! I practiced a lot since the tournament." When he turned to give her her controller, she had an eyebrow raised. "Why do you think that you´re the only one who practiced?" He laughed again and started the game.

After two or three rounds, his phone rang, signalling he got a message. He chose to ignore it,but the one texting him send more and more texts. "Don´t you want to know who is texting you?" Marinette asked. "Nah, I´m sure it´s just Chloe, rambling about some fashion stuff or complaining about her father." "You´re texting with Chloe?" she asked and paused the game. Confused he turned towards her and asked: "Yes, she is my friend." He saw her weird expression and remembered her relationship to the blonde. They didn´t get along well. "I know her since kindergarten, she was my only contact to the world outside of this mansion, sooo... she´s not that bad, you know?" She rose one of her eyebrows and he knew, he had to explain further. "I know she´s a spoiled brat at school but if you get her alone, she can be a really good distraction and friend." He shrugged and didn´t know how to explain it to her. Marinette thought of it and stated finally: "I don´t know her well enough to trust her, to be friends with her and she never showed anything than hatered against me. But I trust your judgement Adrien and she´s your friend. So I don´t mind. You can answer her, not that I´m in a position to forebit it to you." She laughed and leaned back, looking out of his window. No, it was his time with his Lady, Chloe can wait. So he took his phone and turned it off. "I´m playing with you, I won´t text to her" he grinned and started the game again. She shrieked and hurried to get back into the game.

A few rounds later (which he had all lost) Marinettes telephone ringed. She hit the final Combo to kill his robot and took her phone, without any reaction to his protest.

She bit her lower lip, when she saw the caller ID. "Hey, mom," she answered. After a short pause, she said: "No, mom, I´m with Alya, she called and I came over." Again a short pause. "Yeah, I think it won´t be late … Okay, bye." she hung up and glanced at her Partner, expecting something. So he just raised his eyebrows and asked: "At Alyas?" "Yeah, because it´s always a good idea to tell your parents that you´re with a handsome boy at 8 pm. In his room. Alone," she answered sarcastically. He smirked at her slip. "You think I´m handsome?" A wide blush spread over her cheeks when she stuttered something of him being a model and that this might be the public opinion. He just grinned and studied her facial expressions. How comes he never had paid attention to Marinette? She was cute and he couldn´t believe that she also was his Ladybug, sitting on his couch, crashing him in video games. And it was better than he could have ever imagined. She wasn´t out of his reach, like he imagined, she was just there. And she had mistakes. She blushed and stuttered but was strong and confident. She was friendly but hesitated not to kill him. In so many ways. And while she stuttered more, fiddling with her controller, trying to explain, he fell in love with her. Again. Not in Ladybug, but in Marinette, the person who made Ladybug so incredibly awesome.

It was a pity they decided to just be friends for now. He would like it to be more.

"Okay, Buginette, I get it," he laughed, "I´m just kidding!" She frowned again. "Buginette? How comes?" He scratched his neck with a wide grin and tried to answer his newfound favourite pun and nickname for his Lady. "You know, you´re a bug and your name is Marinette. Buginette!" She thought about it shortly and came with a dry: "Better than Bugaboo." He had to laugh again.

The next day in school, the students in College-du-Francois-Dupont were greeted by a strange sight. Adrien Agreste, the boy who was always a bit shy, always reserved and never grinning like a stupid idiot stand in front of the doors leading onto the court and doing exactly this: grinning like an idiot. He greeted some familiar faces and seemed to wait for someone. When time passed, his friends Alya and Nino joined him. Talking pretty normally to him, but the grin never vanished. Even Chloe joined him shortly, only to make sure, their ´Lunchdate´ was still current. There, the grin faltered into a small smile, but returned quickly, when the majors daughter vanished into the building. Alya and Nino left him too, shortly after the first warning bell, but he insistent on waiting for Marinette.

He was patient and waited for his classmate. Even when the last bell rang, signalling the beginning of the first lesson, he waited.

Two minutes after they had to have been in their seats, Marinette arrived heavy breathing at the corner in front of the school. She ran up the stairs, taking two with one step and freezing, when she saw who was waiting in front of the door.

"Adrien? Why are you not in class?" she asked. He slightly grinned offering her his arm and said: "I´m waiting for you." She carefully took the last steps and asked: "Why?"

"I´m always going to wait for you."

It was hard to dodge Alyas questioning during classes. She still wanted he details from yesterday and now, the fire was on again because of Adriens behaviour this morning. At lunchbreak, Marinettte had no opportunity anymore, because Adrien was dragged away by Chloe, waving with an apologetic smile.

Marinette could sense the penetrant stares of her best friend and gave in: "Hey Alya, want to-" But the reporter interrupted her. "Hell, yeah, you owe me the story!" she exclaimed and dragged Marinette out of the classroom and across the court. After a short walk, they arrived at Marinettes parents bakery and grabbed some pastries for lunch until they settled in Marinettes living room.

"So?" Alya began, completely ignoring the sweets. "You know," Marinette began, fumbling with a pastry. Yesterday, she and Adrien thought of a story to come up with, in case someone (Alya) asked what happened: "Yesterday I forgot my sketching book in class and when I came in lunchbreak to get it, Adrien was still there, he forgot his pencil case. He made a joke of us being forgetful and we somehow talked." She glanced at her best friend, hoping she would take it. But a big grin and big eyes told her that she was save. "When we finally grabbed our stuff, I suggested, that he can come over to have Lunch-" "Wait," she interrupted, "You invited him?!" "Yeah, I don´t know why, it just came out!" Marinette blurted, hoping that she wouldn´t ask further and buried her face in her hands to hide the blush that crept his way on her cheeks. But Alya just laughed and snaked her arm around Marinettes shoulders to hug her. "Girl, I´m so proud of you!" she crackled.

Marinette forced a smile too and continued: "Yeah thanks, anyway, he came over and we talked more and did some homework together (which they really did). That´s all." She omitted their evening Mecha-Strike-session, that would cause more questions, she wouldn´t be able to answer properly.

"Mari, I´m so happy for you!" Alya exclaimed, finally grabbing a pastry on her own, "And you didn´t even need my help! It seems I worried for nothing!" That made Marinette laugh.

After lunch they returned to school, lightly chatting and sat back in their seats, waiting for the boys. Adrien was slightly late, but she asked him nonetheless what she wanted to ask the whole morning, ignoring the glances of her best friend. "Hey, Adrien, want to come over after school? We could do homework and I could beat your ass in Mecha Strike again" she grinned. Adrien considered it and answered with a grin: "I have fencing after school, but when it´s over I really would like to come." But added with a wink: "Unless you want to watch." She imagined seeing Adrien in a skin-tight fencing suit and felt immediately heat shooting in her face. The sight in a skin-tight suit wasn´t something new, but she was used to see Chat and and not Adrien. And she really never paid closer attention to it during those battles. "Watch?" she asked again.

"Yeah" and he added in lower voice, creeping closer, so their eavesdropping friends couldn´t hear, "You could see, where your kitty got his skills from." The stupid grin never vanished, so she pushed him away again and rolled her eyes, hoping he wouldn´t notice that she really wanted to watch. That she wanted to watch him fencing since this moment under his umbrella. So she just said: "Sure, I´ll come." and ignored the exited gasp from her left. He chuckled and said that he would text his driver, to not pick him up later and turned around again to do so.

The next moment their literature class started and they were forced to pay attention to their teacher. But it was a hard quest, considering that her sight always shifted to the blond head in front of her. They would spend another whole afternoon together and the giddy feeling wouldn´t vanish. But the lesson was so boring, that she was left staring at the blond hair again.

It looked so fluffy, she wanted to touch it. She imagined it before but never dared to. So she crossed her arms on her desk and laid her head on them, really considering, what would happen, if she just did it. Marinette knew, her Chat wouldn´t mind and it looked so fluffy. Not so fluffy like when he´s really Chat, but fluffy nonetheless.

It didn´t help, that he, in this moment, leaned back in his seat, so his head was merely centimetres away from her. She could sense his smell and his warmth. A sigh escaped her and she came to the conclusion, that it wouldn´t do any harm. He was a cat anyway, so he might like it.

She carefully reached out and when she touched the first strand of hair, a smile spread over her lips. It was pretty silk and she liked it.

So she took a bit more of his hair in her claim and she felt the person in front of her stiffen. With a curious stare he halfway turned around and when he saw her grin, he chuckled softly and faced the front again. Marinette took this for permission to grab more and slightly ran her fingers through it. He visually relaxed under her touch so she continued to pet him and enjoyed the fluffyness.

She was so focused on Adriens hair, that she didn´t notice the stares of her classmates, especially Alyas.

When the last lesson ended, she quickly texted her parents that she'll come a little later and that Adrien will come with her and lingered back to wait for her partner, whose attention were dragged away by Chloe again. It was lucky that Alya was busy, because Rose and Juleka dragged her away, she guessed something with the Ladyblog. During the whole time she felt her stares like daggers in her side.

Then, Chloe stormed through the door, past Marinette. Confused she stared behind her classmate.

"You ready?" Adrien asked, joining her at the door frame, slightly worried. "Everything okay?" Marinette asked worried. "Yeah", Adrien sighed, "She´s kind of... difficult today. I have no clue why." At Marinettes asking glance, he continued: "She thinks it´s not okay, that you´re so close to me. She said something... ehm... it doesn´t matter anyway, let´s go." He stepped out of the classroom towards the stairs. Marinette went after him, a bit slower, because she knew exactly what Chloe had said, she made no secret about what she thought of Marinette. Something like ´scum´ and ´not worthy´ and ´she´s beneath´ always fell. Marinette knew Adrien wouldn´t listen to something like this. But insecurity crept his way over her skin into her heart anyway.

Adrien calling her shook her out of her thoughts. "Don´t mind her" he said, had stopped right in front of her. His serious frown put his lips tight. It was obvious what he meant. But how could he read her thoughts so easily? After this short amount of time they knew each others identities? Another proof, that Adrien was her precious partner. "I do not mind her, minou," she said and put her hand reassuring on his lower arm. And she now knew, that she really didn´t mind anymore. As long as Adrien, Chat Noir, was by her side.

He smiled again and put his hand over hers.

Together they entered the gym and Adrien left to change so she sat on a bench by the side to wait for him. Anticipation crept over her skin again and she had to giggle when Tikki poked her head out of her bag. "Can you imagine?" she asked her kwami, "Me, watching Adrien fencing?" Her little friend giggled too "It seems, you´re better with him being Chat Noir." Marinette thought about it and a warm, tingling sensation filled her stomach. "Yeah," she answered. "I think it is the best that could have ever happened!" Another giggle escaped and she eagerly looked to the changing rooms, where Adrien would emerge every second.

His face was the first popping out of the door. "Are you ready to see my whole fencing glory?"

This sentence was so Chat, it was hard to resist the eyeroll. So she settled with an arched brow and a pretty dry: "Sure." It was her smile that betrayed her message so he opened the door wider and stepped fully into the gym. "I think black is more my colour but white shows my muscles, don't you think?" He flexed his arms at this and now, Marinette really couldn't help this time and rolled her eyes at him.

But she really had to admit, that white suited him as well as black did. Her eyes wandered over his form and absorbed every curve of his body like a sponge and she instantly regretted, never have paid closer attention to his body in this damn cat themed one. "S... Stop showing of...d... don't you have anything else to do?" "Like warming up, Monsieur Agreste, the Lady is right" The booming voice belonged to Adriens fencing teacher, Monsieur D'Argencourt. "And who are you?" he asked Marinette. A bright blush covered her cheeks and before she was able to stammer something weird, Adrien butted in: "That's Marinette, Monsieur, she's one of my classmates. I wanted to ask if it is ok, that she watches today?" D'Argencourt seemed to think over this idea, until he finally nodded. "She might stay, as long as she is silent. Now, Monsieur Agreste, warm up so we can begin." Adrien flashed her a bright grin, sat down and began to stretch his legs. She smiled back and sat back on the bench, crossing her legs.

Not long after, the lesson began and it was easier than she thought. This suit was made to protect the wearer, so the different cups and stiff plates weren't as skintight as it seemed. So she was able to follow the moves and these techniques, instead of staring. And she was impressed. Her partner knew more about fencing and combat than she would ever be able to. She was aware that he took fencing for years now and guessed that he knew a few things. And she noticed that Chat was pretty advanced with a sword. But she never made the connection between Adrien and Chat before. It was quite fascinating, she had to admit.

The hour went by pretty fast and soon Monsieur D'Argencourt ended the lesson. Adrien removed his helmet and flashed her one more smile before he dashed to the changing rooms again. She smiled back and hoped he would soon be back.

She watched the teacher beginning to roll the mats together and hurried towards him. Her limbs became stiff after sitting this long, so she was eager to move them. "May I help you, Monsieur?" she asked. D'Argencourt glanced up towards this unsuspected offer and shook his head with a small smile. "No, Mademoiselle, no need to do. It is done very fast, so do not worry." "But I would really like to," Marinette continued "Just tell me what to do." He seemed to consider again and smiled. "Go to the other side," he gestured across the line of mats, roll them together as tight as possible and knot the straps at the bottom together" He showed her said straps at his mat and she nodded to show that she understood. Then she hurried over and began to roll hers. D'Argencourt was way faster than she was but she managed one mat until Adrien arrived again. With a surprised and confused grin, he helped to put the rolls back into a closet and together they bid Monsieur D'Argencourt goodbye.

I just realized that D´Argencourt is their sportsteacher... So obviously he has to know Marinette... Hmm...

Next week comes the next chapter :D