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If they chatted (Pt. 3)//Oneshot

I just relogged to see TONS OF SUPPORT ON THIS BOOK LIKE HOLY SHIT U GUYS

HERE IS YOUR LONG AWAITED PART 3! Author chan has gotten better at writing ;)

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To say going to school was an awkward would be a large understatement. Marinette still couldn't believe her partner had been THE Adrien agreste. They- they looked nothing alike! Could he have just taken a picture online? Maybe photoshopped it?

No, she would know. She followed Adrien on all his social media accounts. A picture like that wouldn't fall under her radar!

Especially one as cute as that..

Crap. Could she even go to class? She could already feel her heartbeat picking up the closer she got to the classroom.

"Tikki, I-I..I don't know if I can do this-" She breathes quietly, removing her backpack after looking around to be sure nobody was looking. She unzips her bag and quickly pretends she's reaching for something, just to hide the fact that she was looking down at her Kwamii.

"Calm down! Adrien doesn't know you're ladybug, so things will be the same. Just go to class and try to act normal." Tikki tries her best to reassure her owner, though she was unsure herself how Marinette felt. Kwami's..didn't really feel love. Well, more like they couldn't feel love. Deep down, Tikki always had that longing to be around Plagg, the kwami of destruction. But that's not something she was ready to talk about, not even with Marinette.

"But Tikki, I don't know if I'LL be able to act the same! Just walking here I kept seeing his face everywhere. How am I going to patrol with him? How am I going to focus in battle? What if he gets hurt and I can't protect him? He's always protecting me as Chat noir, Tikki. I can't- I can't do this." Marinette puts a hand over her forehead, zipping her bag back up and slinging it over her shoulder.

She couldn't talk to Alya. Alya didn't know her secret identity. But who, who could she talk to?

Pulling out her phone, Marinette's eyes immediately land on her first contact.

Lifting her head, she looks around the area, deciding to walk towards the female bathrooms before she did anything. She shuts the door behind her, finding a stall and sitting down over the toilet seat, pulling her phone back out from her back pocket.

Bugaboo: Hey, what are you up to right now?

It took her a few minutes to even press send, but it didn't take long for her to get a response.

Kitty: Just in class missing my bugaboo 😘

God. The nickname made her blush. They acted so different, yet now she was becoming a flustered mess.

Bugaboo: Are you busy? I need someone to talk to. Something happened, and I don't know how to deal with it.

Kitty: Yeah, of course. What is it?

How should she even word this without him knowing it was THIS situation she needed advice on?

Bugaboo: I just found out something about the boy that I love and I can't look at him the same anymore. How would you..deal with something like that?

Alright. That didn't reveal a lot, did it?

Kitty: Do they know you know?

Bugaboo: ..Sort of.

Kitty: Sort of?

Bugaboo: It's just- really complicated.

Kitty: That's okay. I can tell it's stressing you out, you don't have to say anymore.