Scars// MLB fanfic

Chapter 4

Marinette's POV

It was almost Saturday, the day of my date with Adrien. You would think I'd be excited right? Marinette finally getting a date with the boy she liked. But to be honest, I wasn't as excited as before.

Now don't get me wrong, I still really like Adrien, like a lot, but things changed when I started hanging out with Chat. After what happened the day Chloe pushed me down the stairs, Chat has made it a habit to visit me every night. We would normally just talk about stupid stuff really, like why he always smelled like cheese. Apparently his kuami was obsessed with it, and I couldn't blame the poor thing, cheese is amazing. But, overall I was becoming more and more happy to see Chat every night. He always made me happy, and I needed a little bit of happiness these days.

Of course, I would never admit to myself that maybe I like Chat. I mean no. It's not possible, he's my partner and I like Adrien! I mean it can't be that I like Chaton in a different way, right?

My hands were all nice and healed now and I took advantage of that and starting sketching a bit while listening to music. I was working on a Chat Noir and Ladybug clothing line, not that anybody would know about it but, I was designing it to have a bit of fun.

I was into that I didn't notice someone entered my room until someone whispers in my ear,"What you working on Princess?"

I jolt at the sound and take out my earbuds. I turn around only to find Chat Noir. With a mischievous grin he stands there, clearly enjoying himself.

I sigh and put a hand to my chest. "Jesus Chaton you startled me," I say trying to hide my sketches from view. I didn't want him seeing them, I don't know how he'll react.

He raises an eyebrow curious of what I was hiding. He smiles,"Show me what you're working on princess."

I shake my head and smile. "It's nothing Chat, really," I say unconvincingly.

He smirks at me and comes closer, way closer. I start breathing heavily as I notice that he stopped only centimeters from my face. He's so close that I can clearly smell his aroma of honey and cheese. I look up to his big eyes and blush. His green eyes are really beautiful, and his lips, oh lord his lips. I wonder how his lips would feel with mine. He's smiling and I'm entranced. "Chaton..."

Stop it Marinette, you like Adrien not this clown. Don't let him get to you, I mentally tell myself.

Yet I couldn't stop thinking of things I shouldn't. In fact I was so entranced that I didn't realize that he had my sketchbook until he started flipping through the pages.

My eyes widen, "Damn it Chat!" I try to reach for the sketchbook, but he was too tall and easily dodged my attempts. I give up quickly because I'm smart enough to know when things aren't going to happen. For instance, I wasn't getting my sketchbook back anytime soon. So, after giving up I stand there, a small blush of embarrassment creeping through my cheeks. He didn't say anything and just kept flipping through the pages. Lord what was he thinking?!

After what felt like ages he finally talked. "Wow, Marinette these are amazing," he says still looking at the designs.

My embarrassment turns into shock. He liked them? I half expected him to say that they sucked, but I was secretly very happy that he liked the designs for our clothing line, though I would never admit that to him. I take this opportunity to grab my sketchbook from him. I put it inside one of my desk drawers. "They're nothing. Just some sketches that's all," I say as I go and sit indian style on my bed while looking at him.

He comes and sits down next to me,"They're  not nothing."

I shoot him a glare of disbelief.