The hazards of being a bakers daughter# adrianette & ladynoir

Should i tell her???

Screwed, because she didn't want him to know, but he had figured it out. Screwed, because she trusted him, and he was going to have to tell her at some point—preferably sooner than later. Screwed, because it was now winter break, meaning he wouldn't even get to see her in class—a situation which somehow managed to be simultaneously both relieving and tormenting. Screwed, because he had barely slept a wink Friday night after figuring it out, nor had he managed to fall asleep until late into the night Saturday.

"Just tell her," Plagg said, shaking his head disparagingly as he munched on a hunk of cheese.

"But what if she hates me?" Adrien groaned.

"Did you figure it out on purpose?" Plagg asked. He paused from stuffing his face to look Adrien in the eye.

"Of course not!" Adrien said quickly. "You know I didn't—you were there! And besides—"

"Then you're fine," Plagg said, waving dismissively and cutting Adrien off as he shoved the last of the cheese into his mouth. "We both know it was an accident."

Adrien stared miserably at his hands, not so easily convinced. He had to tell her. He knew he did. But how was he even supposed to bring a subject like that up? Oh, hey Marinette, how's saving the city been going? Somehow, he couldn't help feeling that wouldn't go over so well.

"If only it weren't winter break," Adrien groaned, dropping his head into his hands. "Then at least I would get a normal chance to talk with her."

"Aren't you guys patrolling tonight?"

"I can't just drop that on her tonight," Adrien replied. "Besides..."

He trailed off, trying to find a way to explain. He couldn't quite put his finger on why, but he felt like it might be better to talk with Marinette rather than Ladybug.

Which was dumb. They're the same person, he reminded himself again, still not quite able to believe it. He knew it really shouldn't make a difference, and yet—

And yet the thought of telling Ladybug and watching the disappointment break in her eyes, framed by her mask... It was like something out of his worst nightmares. It was going to be difficult no matter what, but in her everyday civilian appearance he hoped it might be at least a little easier.

Plagg was still watching him, waiting for him to continue. Adrien shrugged, pushing away at the anxiety clawing at his chest. "I'd rather talk with her without the added pressure of our superhero responsibilities," he lied.

"I don't see why you don't just go visit her," Plagg replied, rolling his eyes. "Doesn't her father own a candy store or something?"

Adrien opened his mouth to argue, then stopped cold. "The bakery."

"Yeah," Plagg said with a shrug. "That."

Why hadn't he thought of that? Visiting the bakery was a perfect excuse to go see her. He could ask to talk with her, and just spit it all out. With a deep breath, Adrien nodded. "Okay, let's go."

"Wait—now?" Plagg asked incredulously, grabbing another piece of cheese from his plate. "But I'm not done ye—"

"Just bring it with you," Adrien told him, picking Plagg up by the scruff of his neck and quickly sliding him into his bag.

Grumbling, Plagg poked his head out of the top of the bag. He watched with narrowed eyes as Adrien grabbed his coat and slid it on. "You're not going to chicken out, are you?" he asked slowly, his eyes following Adrien across the room.

"Of course not," Adrien said with far more confidence than he felt.

"Good," Plagg told him. "All joking aside, you two are a team. Paris can't afford to have you arguing."

Adrien paused, taken off guard by Plagg's serious tone. "R-right." Then, with a deep breath to reassure himself, he added, "Don't worry. I'll just tell her the truth." Plagg raised an eyebrow at him questioningly, but Adrien quickly shut his bag, cutting the kwami off. He hurried downstairs, texting his driver as he went.

Ooooo what's going to happen next guys who knows ...