Please, Forgive Me || ADRIENETTE

Flashback 9.

Nino's words had stuck onto Adrien's mind that night. He was right; if he had looked from Marinette's POV, there was no way she would ever agree to being his girlfriend. Not if there was someone already in her heart. Even if that certain someone was just him behind the screen with a black Chat Noir mask.

Although his online persona knew almost everything about the girl, Adrien Agreste is supposed to know nothing. The only information Adrien has on this girl was that they're project partners who love to playfully argue. Yes, he threw in a few flirty winks her way, but he could tell Marinette's falls for meaningful interactions.

So that's what he needed to do. He was going to somehow ask Marinette to go to Prom with her, and at the end of the dance, he'd confess that he was Chat Noir.

A bulletproof plan in Adrien's eyes.

He spent that entire night texting Nino about how to ask. And he himself had no luck. '"Moves', my ass Alya." Adrien commented to himself, still remembering that smart little comment miss four-eyes made.

Nino had also come across a stump on how to ask his crush to become his girlfriend. He had no advice to give Adrien as he had nothing for himself either. And so, Adrien scrolled through Pinterest and Reddit on how to ask a girl out to Prom.

The more he scrolled down the rabbit hole of romantic gestures, the more it seemed like a marriage proposal rather than a Promposal.

"Ask for her parents permission? Intimate setting? Jeez, am I asking for her hand in marriage?" Adrien, unbeknownst to him, was actually scrolling though engagement advice, and not Promposals. Although he made a snarky comment about it, he had written all of the advice and began to design his plan.

Step 1: Ask for her parent's blessing.

And that's where Adrien had gone. To Paris' most famous bakery, standing in front of a freakishly large man, as well as a small petite lady with Marinette's features. His hands began to sweat.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Dupain-Cheng!" Adrien nervously stuttered, putting on his best model face.

Grabbing the attention from the baker couple, they turned to him and smiled brightly, wiping the excess dough that splattered across their aprons. "AH, I know you! Aren't you Adrien Agreste!" Marinette's mom replied first, giggling as she came close to the young man.

Adrien smiled sheepishly, "Oh, you must have recognized me from the ADS, I work for my dad's fashion company." As much as it sounded like he was boasting about his fame, this was Adrien trying to be as humble as possible. He was always recognized as a model, but right now, he didn't want to be known as that.

Marinette's father had chuckled slightly, also stepping forward to his wife, and wrapping an arm around her shoulder, "No actually, Marinette has told us a lot about you."

When Luka had said the exact same thing to Adrien a few days ago, he felt proud. But right now, he stared at the ground disappointed. It's different that Marinette had talked about him to another guy, but to her own parents? She must have really hated him.

"Not good things, I bet..." he muttered that disheartened response to himself, but Marinette's father shook his head and chuckled.

"Actually," her mother started, walking towards the boy and placed a gentle palm against his saddened face to raise it so they were making eye contact. "She told us you've been walking her home from school, and helping her out with her homework, even making sure she gets to class on time."

Adrien's eyes widened, hearing the few activities that he and Marinette do during the little hours he has with her. "She told you that?" He had thought, for sure, that Marinette had spoken nothing but bad things about the boy, but her parents were confirming the opposite.