Miraculous Ladybug One Shots

Adrienette/MariChat - Roses

Marinette's P.O.V.

Today was it - the day I would confess my feelings. I had spent nearly the day debating over whether or not I should do this, but after some encouragement from Alya, I knew I had to. I couldn't keep hiding my feelings; the more I hid them, the more they grew. That's how crushes work.

I had to keep pacing up and down by his locker until his final class was over. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do-

"Marinette?"

No, I can't.

"Oh, h-hey, Adrien," I replied in my best attempt at a casual voice, but it was very forced. The blonde-haired boy walked up to his locker, and tossed in the books he had in his hands from his previous class.

"Hey, Marinette," he greeted me back, closing his locker and turning to face me. I watched in wonder, as he ran his hand through his hair lazily. How did he manage to look amazing without even trying, I would never know.

"So," I felt the common word drag out on my tongue, as if it were hard to pronounce. "Um, may I talk to you about something?"

It probably seemed strange, since I hardly knew Adrien, and it would make more sense to go talk to Alya if I had something on my mind, but the boy only smiled and nodded politely. "Okay then," I said, trying to buy myself some time that I was losing with every second that passed by.

"What would you say if I had a crush on someone?"

I saw Adrien's eyes falter momentarily before regaining the same brightness he always had. "I would say I will try to help you in any way," he replied. Oh, Adrien, if only you knew...

I gulped uncertainly, as I was slowly starting to second guess myself. No, there's no going back now. You've revealed too much to back out. "What if that someone was you?" I turned my head straight down to my feet, not daring to look up at Adrien's probably confused and surprised face.

It was complete silence. Complete and utter silence. Shivers began to creep along my back, before Adrien broke the lingering noiseless atmosphere. "I'm sorry, Marinette," he said, biting his lip nervously before he continued. "I have feelings for someone else."

You hear that? That was the sound of my heart shattering into a million tiny pieces.

"Oh, alright," I breathed out, trying to gulp down the lump that was collecting in the back of my throat. You know what I am stupid for getting my hopes up, I told myself. As if he would like me - just plain Marinette!

"Sorry, Mari-"

"No," I cut him off. "It's fine." I finally forced myself to look up at him and put on a forced smile, but it faltered momentarily, as I saw his eyes. Usually I could read those green eyes like an open book, but now he was completely unattainable to me; his eyes were unreadable, and it frightened me.

Without daring to wait another moment, too scared the tears would fall any second now, I whipped around and fled from the locker room. The hammering of my heart was even louder than the thumping of my feet against the concrete.

I didn't know where I was going, but I knew it had to be far, far away from everything.

Particularly from Adrien Agreste.

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Adrien's P.O.V.

"How dare you!" I heard the defensive and unhuman screech from Alya, as I had just exited the entrance to the school.

"What is it, Alya?" I whined, getting impatient with everyone. I feel bad enough, I don't need someone to come over and tell me what a bad person I am.

"Marinette won't tell me what happened, but she seemed heartbroken when she ran out of school today," Alya informed me. "I know it had something to do with you." She crossed her arms across her chest, and tapped her foot against the ground impatiently, waiting for her answers.

"Well, she told me her feelings, and I said the truth," I told her best friend, gulping down the lump that was collecting in the back of my throat. Alya was scary when she wanted to be.

"You don't get it, do you?" Alya said, losing her frightening aura, as her lips turned downwards into a frown.

"Get what?"

"Marinette has never been able to face any of her problems," the girl told me. "She has always had trouble doing that, and now was the one time she actually did it, but of course, you had to reject her."

"Hey! It's not my fault I don't like her!" Okay, I know, I know, that came out a bit harsher than I expected, but I was pretty frustrated at the moment.

"No, it's not," Alya lowered her hands in defeat, not looking me in the eyes, "but you could at least do something to cheer her up."

Suddenly it hit me. I have an idea!

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Marinette's P.O.V.

I sat there at my desk, pressing my pencil against the paper in front of me. I couldn't do it. I couldn't concentrate. Well, I could but only on one thing - Adrien Agreste. Or more importantly, Adrien Agreste breaking my heart into a thousand pieces. I guess I can understand though. If I were him, I would probably have done the same-

Tap, tap, tap.

The knocking on the door broke my thoughts as easily as glass. Oh no, I thought, not really in the mood for visitors, especially when I realized who it would probably be.

I stiffly got up from my chair, my arms and legs feeling very numb. Each step was heavier and heavier, as I moved closer and closer to the door to my balcony. "I'm really not in the mood, Chat No-" I cut myself off, as I saw him.

It was Chat, but it didn't look like him. Of course, he still had his blonde messy hair that was set on his hair perfectly, and his leather suit. But his signature smirk, it wasn't there. "Chat?" I breathed out, examining his appearance.

As I looked down, I finally saw them. Roses? I gasped, putting my hand over my mouth in shock. In his hands, Chat had a bouquet of perfectly wrapped roses, sparkling with droplets of water.

"I heard you had a bad day," Chat explained, "so I got you some flowers." He put on a sympathic smile, and I felt my heart melt watching his pitiful expression.

"Thank you," I said, lowering my hands down to my sides, "so, so much." I walked over to him, and out of automatic response, I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Thank you," I repeated in a whisper when I knew he could hear.

Chat Noir flinched when I touched him, but after a few moments of comfortable silence, he wrapped his arms around my waist in return. "You're welcome," he whispered back in a breathless voice.

My face began to hurt from how much I was smiling. As I felt Chat's warmth surround me, I realized I wasn't alone.

Thank you, kitty, for not just the roses but everything.