Miraculous Ladybug Imagines

A Helping Paw

*this takes place post-reveal!

Marinette waited anxiously in her seat, the girls' feet tapping nervously on the floor. It was the second day of her junior year, and she had to give a presentation to the class.

She would explain her parents' business, and then offer the class her father's famous macarons-

Oh no.

Of course, Marinette's bad luck had struck again. She forgot the most important part of her presentation--the macarons!

She didn't know how, but she did. Of course! It was a busy morning and the macaron's must've slipped from her mind.

Her heart raced frantically. She needed to leave to get them! Her presentation wouldn't be complete without them. Fortunately, though, Adrien was the first person called up to present his project since his last name started with an A and the teacher was calling students up by alphabetical order. It would take a bit of time to get to Marinette since her last name began with the letter D.

"Alya," Marinette whispered to her friend sitting beside her. Thankfully the two girls were allowed to sit next to each other again this year. "I forgot my macaron's for my presentation."

Alya raised her eyebrows. "You what?"

"I know!" Marinette half-whispered, keeping a steady eye on the teacher and Adrien who was currently presenting. He was explaining his fathers' modeling business, to his dismay.

"There's no way the teacher is going to let us leave if we haven't presented yet," Alya frowned.

Marinette cried inside. She didn't know what to do! Major points would be deducted if she didn't have those macarons for her presentation.

"I don't know what I'm going to do, Alya! Maybe if I can get Adrien's help--"

"Thank you, Adrien," the male teacher spoke loudly, silencing Marinette. "You may take a seat." His eyes then squinted at the raven-haired girl through his round glasses. "You, young miss. Since you're so talkative, why don't you go next?"

Marinette tensed up. "Maybe not," she squeaked before shakily standing. Her hands frantically grabbed a folder of papers.

Adrien, walking back to his seat, noticed her frightened expression and stopped. "What's wrong?" he whispered, gently grabbing Marinette's arm.

"Forgot my macaron's," a pale-faced Marinette replied. "And I'm about to flunk this presentation."

"You need me to help?" Adrien asked even softer, raising an inquisitive eyebrow and pointing to his ring.

"Yes, please," Marinette whispered.

"Adrien, take your seat," the teacher's voice boomed. "Marinette, please share your presentation with the class."

She walked up to the front of the room, holding the folder of papers containing the info of her presentation. She gulped, flipping open the first page.

"So, uh, my parents own a bakery in Paris-"

"Your name?" the teacher interrupted.

"Sorry! Marinette Dupain-Cheng," she exclaimed. She knew the introduction was apart of the presentation and she's so mad that she had already messed it up.

"My parents own a bakery in Paris. Basically, I help them decorate cakes, cupcakes, macaron's, you name it..."

As Marinette talked, Adrien decided now was the time to make a move.

He raised a hand.

"Monsieur?" Adrien spoke formally. "May I use the restroom?"

"Very well," the teacher nodded.

Adrien quickly stood up and fled the classroom. He needed to find a place to transform into Chat Noir and race to her house to retrieve the macaron's. Of course, he must de-transform before entering the bakery because it would be much easier to come up with an excuse for her parents as Adrien than as Chat Noir.

He found a closet and quickly transformed. He peeked his head out of the room before scurrying over to an open window. He hopped on top of the sill, extended his staff, and leaped out. He easily catapulted himself to Marinette's balcony in a heart beat.

He picked the door lock with his sharp claws and once it was open, jumped down to her room. It was mere luck that the macaron's were on her desk, all packaged and ready to go. And he thought he'd have to encounter her parents.

Chat grabbed the box of macaron's carefully and tucked them under his armpit. He hopped out of her room and onto the balcony. He catapulted himself back over to the open window of the school in no time. He found the closet, de-transformed, and raced back to class.

It only took 30 seconds for Adrien to retrieve the macaron's. A victory smirk appeared on his face as he entered the classroom and Marinette's face lit up with joy. He strolled over and handed her the box.

"Thank you," she whispered graciously.

The teacher raised an eyebrow in suspicion, crossing his arms. "I thought you used the bathroom, Mr. Agreste?"

"I was going to," Adrien shrugged, sitting back in his seat. "But a nice girl sold me this box of macaron's, and I didn't want to hold up your class any longer than I needed to. I was willing to hold it in."

The teacher still wasn't buying it.

Adrien chuckled. "What, do you really think I walked all the way to the bakery and back in 30 seconds? Even if I ran there's no way I'd be back that fast. We're on the second floor, you know."

The teacher tried everything to argue with Adrien, but he was baffled. "But-- I--"

"Sir, I'm sorry, but can we please let Ms. Dupain-Cheng finish her presentation?" Adrien asked, gesturing to the girl. She was grinning in amusement; his Chat Noir side was definitely shining through.

The teacher groaned in defeat, propping his glasses up. "Very well..."