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At quarter to six, I pace around my bedroom, throwing anxious glances at the window. Marinette deals with her stress in a manner of utmost despair. She lies flat on her back staring at the ceiling. Her expression is pinched. 

"What if they don't come?" she asks, for what seems like the hundredth time. "What if they stood us up?" 

"They wouldn't do that, Mari. Chill." I was patient the first few times she asked, but now my patience has worn thin. 

"Easy for you to say," Mari says, her breaths quickening. "You and Chat Noir are an actual thing! Luka and I -- well --" 

"You are not just friends so stop saying that." I stomp my foot like a child, flopping onto my bed next to her with a huff. Then, I push her off onto the floor, straightening my bedsheets. 

Marinette catches herself, landing nimbly on her feet. Must be the Ladybug instincts. 

"Y/N!" Marinette says, her voice a squeaky whine. 

"Marinette," I say, mimicking her. "Look, if you don't get over Adrien soon, you're going to go insane. Do you want to go insane, Mari?" 

"No," Marinette says, and then sighs. "Actually, I think we're well past that stage." 

"Now, how does Luka make you feel?" I ask. "The same, better, or worse than Adrien?" 

Marinette doesn't answer, but I suspect that her feelings for Adrien run much deeper than the surface level crush she has for Luka. Which, obviously is a problem, but one that I can't bring myself to deal with today. 

Not when both boys are currently on their way. Though, with Adrien disguised as Chat Noir, it at least provides a bit of a buffer. 

"Happy," Marinette says finally. "Luka makes me feel like I can be myself. I don't stutter or anything like when I'm with Adrien." 

"Sounds like true love to me," I say, getting distracted by the window. "Oh, shit. They're here." 

Marinette gulps, following my gaze. 

The outline of Chat Noir's costume strides confidently towards our front door. When I move closer to the window and peer down into the street, I see a blue-haired boy carrying a guitar. I can't believe he carries his guitar with him everywhere. 

Luka is a few inches taller than Chat Noir, but wears his height with more of a slouch. He's relaxed, whereas Chat Noir's chest is puffed out and his stride is more of a swagger. 

"Oh no," Marinette says. "This is a disaster, a disaster, a DISASTER." She covers her hands with her face and makes a squeaking sound. "Why-oh-why did I ever agree to this?" 

"Marinette! Y/N!" That's Dad's voice calling from downstairs. It sounds muffled through the trapdoor. "They're here!" 

"EEEEEEEE -- this is a nightmare." Marinette says dramatically. 

"Don't worry," I say, placing a hand on her shoulder. I pop the trapdoor. "It can't possibly be worse than the constipation capsule incident." 

Marinette wails. "Don't remind me." 

...

"So, Luka," Dad eyes him with a suspicious look. "Is being a musician a career that pays well?" He folds his hands on the table. 

To his credit, Luka doesn't flinch or bat an eye. "Well, for the time being, yes. I plan to become a famous singer-songwriter guitarist, just like Jagged Stone." 

"That's wonderful, Luka," Mom gushes, smiling warmly. 

I sigh to myself as Dad turns to Chat Noir to grill him next. Chat Noir looks out of place in our apartment, dressed entirely in his leather catsuit. 

"And, Chat Noir -- or, do you have a different name you go by? Chat Noir seems a little --" Dad searches for the right wording. "Professional." 

"You can call me Kitty if you like, but I'm not sure how Y/N would feel about that nickname." He winks across the table and I mentally smack him. "I'd tell you my real name, but I obviously can't reveal my secret identity." 

I kick Chat Noir under the table. 

"I know all about that," Marinette whispers under her breath.

"But you know who he is, right?" Dad says, turning to me. "I wouldn't want my daughter to be dating a complete stranger, nor would I want him sitting at my dinner table..." 

"Of course I know who he is," I tell him. "But I'm sworn to secrecy too." 

"Hmm," Dad says, shaking his head. "Anyways, at least you can protect my daughter with your superpowers." He says this somewhat warmly, but his eyes look like they want to smash Chat Noir's head in with a baguette. 

"Dad," I say, grimacing. 

"Always and forever," Chat Noir says, grinning. 

I roll my eyes. 

'Marinette tells me you wrote her a song,' I say to Luka. 'That's amazing.' 

'Yes, well a girl like Marinette deserves a melody like no other,' Luka says smoothly. 

This boy is good..I-

'I could write Y/n a song,' Cat Noir says, somewhat defensively. 

Suddenly, a beeping fills the table. 

'Oh Kitty-I mean Cat Noir,' I sigh. 'Don't tell me you used a cataclysm on the way here.' 

'I had to,' He says. 

'You had to?' I repeat dryly. 

'A tree almost fell on a kitten on my way here,' he explains. 'We cats have to stick together.' 

'Well,' Mom glances at me. 'At least take some food home to share with your family.' She hands him a plastic back full of passion-fruit macaroons, courtesy of Marinette's stash. 'We'll have to have you back another time.' 

'Thank you, Mrs. Dupain-Cheng.' He smiles, thankfully it's a less flirty smile than most of his other ones. 

'Bye,' I say, standing up to hug him. 

'See ya darling,' Cat Noir whispers, winking before jumping off into the night.