Where suspicions are confirmed- MariChat

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Marinette's POV

I slammed the scissors down on my workstation and wriggled my fingers which had begun to cramp up, this was about the fifth time today they had done that. Not that I blamed them, my whole body ached from my lower back to my neck, I had been sewing anytime I had a spare moment. Junior prom was just around the corner and I had taken it upon myself to create Alya a dress as well as my own, luckily my dress was already sewn together and hanging in my closet, waiting to be finished, the only part that would take the longest was all the embroidery work I had to do. I was planning to stitch on a hundred cherry blossoms, all over the dress, the bodice where they would be most concentrated to make it look like the flowers were drifting down. My body to sore to continue to be hunched over I stood and paced the floor of my room pausing to do a stretch or two, as I reached towards the ceiling my stomach gave a loud rumble, I hadn't ate since this morning's breakfast, I had packed a lunch but Chloe had smashed it to the ground in another attempt to make me back off Adrien, I honestly didn't understand. Adrien only saw me as a friend and anytime I was around him I suddenly became tongue tied and barely able to utter words. I pulled open the hatch that separated my room from the rest of the house and quickly climbed down the steps to the kitchen, I brought out the bread, basil, mozzarella, and tomatoes. Slicing the mozzarella and tomatoes into thin slices and arranging them on the bread and plucking leaves of basil and folding them under the tomatoes. Once satisfied with the look of my sandwich I lean up against the counter top and bite into the caprese. Once I'm finished I wipe my hands on the knees of my pants and go back upstairs to continue sewing on the beading for Alyas dress. I hear something outside my window and glance up to see what hit my window, sometimes a bird would fly into the glass. In my moment of distraction I stab the needle into my thumb, I release a little shriek of pain and pull my thumb up to my lips and lick the pad of my finger.

Another knock came from the window hatch to my room and I look up at it, through the pane I could see the luminous green eyes of my partner and his cat ears flicking wildly atop his head. I put my friends dress on my table and climb the ladder to let in the cat, a small black box tucked behind his back. Curious to know what's inside I reach around his waist to grab it, his hand bringing up above his head and out of my reach.

"Not yet Princess." Chat's voice full of laughter as he enjoys me pouting.

"Come on Chat, stop playing games."

"You know what to do, Marinette." I was shocked, he had never used my full name before, it was Mari or Princess to him. Nevertheless I knew what he was angling for. Rolling my eyes I stood on my tiptoes and gave his cheek a light kiss. Satisfied Chat handed the box to me, I flipped off the lid and stared down at a little green cat paw print on a background of black strung on a delicate gold chain.

"Chat its so cute!"

"Glad you like it, turn around and I'll put it on you." I lifted it from the box and undid the clasp handing it to him. I spun around so my back was to him, lifting the hair from my neck and holding it atop my head. I felt the chain rest against the base of my neck, I was admiring the charm when I felt Chat press a kiss behind my ear.

"Chat why are you giving me gifts? Why do you come over?" I wanted to know what was going on with him, I liked it when he came by but I was worried about his intentions.

"I don't have many friends, under the mask too. I just like talking to you, I get to see you in a different way than when we're at school."

"Chat you know we can-"

"I know I can't tell you who I am under here, I want to, I want you to see who I really am."

"Oh Chaton," His ears were flat on his head and he wouldn't meet my eyes, but I could see that his usual smile was replaced with a small frown.

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