Summary:
Adrien gets a text message from Marinette, confessing her undying love for him.
The only problem?
Marinette didn't send that message.
Notes:
One text can reveal a hell of a lot of things!
Also fuck that rule of 'if you reveal your identity you have to give up the Miraculous'. We're not even addressing that hot mess.
Marinette was in her room, like she usually was in the evening, sketching away. Barring any Akuma attacks, she actually had a free night. And no, that was not an invitation to the universe to have an Akuma pop up.
Just as she was thinking she should take advantage of being ahead for once and go to sleep (somewhat) early, there was a knocking sound on the trapdoor to her balcony.
That was... odd. No one should be up there. Perhaps it was a stray pigeon?
No. There it was again. It was too rhythmic to be a pigeon. Which left only two things that could make it up to the balcony: an Akuma, or Chat Noir.
Given that Akumas didn't tend to knock, it was likely the latter. Which wasn't entirely odd. Chat Noir liked to pop in on her every once in a while. Get a few treats from the bakery and try to convince her to come be Multimouse again.
However, when she opened the balcony door, she found a different green-eyed blonde staring at her.
"A-Adrien?!" Marinette exclaimed. "What-where-how the FUCK did you get up here?"
"Long story?" Adrien shrugged. "But I got your text after fencing let out and it's been driving me crazy all afternoon! And I didn't want to wait until class tomorrow because all this is going to be a hell of a talk and-"
"Wait, what?" She shook her head. "What text? I didn't text you since this morning?"
"You didn't?" He said. "But then what... hold on. Let me pull up what you sent."
He took his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it before handing it over. On the screen was a large wall of text, coming from Marinette's number. A large wall of text she absolutely did not send.
As she read through the text, a pit of dread built in her stomach.
The text was a love confession. An almost overbearing and creepy love confession. The 'We're totally soulmates! Made for each other! There's no one who can love you the way I do! You belong with me!" Kind of overbearing and creepy.
"I d-didn't type this!" Marinette exclaimed. "That's not- I would never do this through a text! And I especially wouldn't be so... possessive! I have no idea what- oh. I am going to murder Alya!!"
"What?" Adrien asked, tilting his head. "Why?"
"Ugh!" She groaned, handing him his phone back. "After gym Alya told me I dropped my phone and she found it. I'm not sure if I dropped it or if she snagged it, which I really can't be mad about because that's just karma. But I can be mad at her for sending that message!"
"Oh," he said, kind of deflating a little. "It was a prank? I... that's kind of a mean prank, isn't it? Making me think you're in love with me?"
"No, th-that's not-" she stammered out. "It's not a - a prank exactly. It's- she's trying to h-help."
"Help with what?" He wondered.
