MLB one shots

Adore

Alya has seen the many faces of Marinette's glee. Especially about Adrien. In fact, Alya doesn't remember a single day where Marinette doesn't wear that face of utter adoration about the blonde haired model.

She sees it, how her best friend looks at Adrien. The face of 'OHMYGOD-look-how-perfect-he-is!' and the total obsession by how she surrounds herself with the boy. His face plastered on her walls, his schedule not only memorized by heart, but on her roll up poster. She is totally obsessed, dreaming about their future together and dazing in and out of reality by simple arm touches.

But then there's Chat Noir

Alya knows who Ladybug is, and she sees how much Marinette actually loves her cat. She sees the soft looks on the spotted heroine when she stays up on Thursday's and watches the pair bound on rooftops at 1 in the morning. Alya watches the way her friend flirts with the catboy during the middle of a fight and caught her once looking fondly at her partner, a look of pure love and awe on her features with a small, gooey smile on her face.

And if Alya looks closely, she can see the leather clad's existence in her room. The Chat Noir puppet has a permanent spot next to Marinette's bed. In a small jewelry box Marinette made recently is little trinkets and charms (an entire box filled with Chat Noir's gifts!!!). There is three different ribbons on her desk, and she switches them regularly.

And once, Alya found a hidden folder on Marinette's computer, with 3 or 4 selfies with her partner. Not to mention that her best friend doodles ladybugs on black cats when she's bored.

So while Marinette, sweet, lovely, caring Marinette believes she is totally infatuated with Adrien Agreste, (the polite, shy, perfect model boy) and cannot love any other, a lonely, dorky, flirtatious black stray has already wormed his way into her heart. Chat Noir sits content and smiles as softly as the midnight haired girl does unto him, waiting for the day he would win her over.

Totally oblivious that he already has. 

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Alya walks into class, shit-eating grin apparent on her features. Her eyes glitter with mischief and Marinette can already hear red alarms blaring. Maybe she found out?

Alya slid in her rightful spot next to the designer. "So..." she began, catching Nino and Adrien's attention below. "So I was over getting footage for my blog-" Nino cut her off with a scowl but she waved it off, "- and I saw this really touching moment between our two favorite hero's."

Marinette looks at Alya's phone, confused. Touching moment? Wait- she didn't mean...

Alya started the video, and Marinette's questions were answered. "Wow, that's a really good spot," she murmured, watching as Chat tossed himself in front of a group of civilians. Alya only nodded. The akuma hit the super boy with a blast, and Chat Noir hit the ground with a thud. Adrien flinched, but not as hard as Marinette had. The four watched as Ladybug jumped on the back of the victim, snatching its bandana and purified the dark colored butterfly, running towards her partner after setting everything right again.

Alya was close enough to the pair that you could faintly hear the red clad heroine whispering reassurances to Chat. They saw Chat Noir's ears rise slightly when Ladybug pet his hair. Nobody noticed Adrien's blush seeping down his neck and up his ears. He could practically hear himself purr.

"Up mon chaton, I think your okay now." Ladybug gets on her feet, leaning down so her partner can do the same. She gives him a soft look before departing to her parents bakery. Chat Noir stands for another second, then leaps away in the other direction. The video stops when Chat jumps out of the frame.

Nino looks up after a moment. "Wow," he muttered. "Powerful stuff." Alya nods as Marinette gapes in shock. Wow. I didn't know I looked like that.

"Mhm," Alya chuckles lightly looking at Marinette with her next words, "I think she loves him."

Marinette realizes two things with that sentence. 1) Alya knows, and 2) Does she? She hasn't noticed that flock of ladybugs in her stomach or the sappy eye thing, but she has noticed the warm feeling in her chest when he shows remote affection or the heavy lilt in her words when she thanks him for his gifts. She realizes that the dorky ally car has taken up a lot of her thoughts. That she wishes for his cheek against her shoulder, blonde hair nuzzling into her chin. Craves for patrols with laughter and stories and vague outlines of their days.

Alya looks at her best friend. The 'squad', (as Alya calls them) waits a god ten seconds until Marinette.exe rebooted. "Yeah," Marinette says softly, fondly, because she's looking out and remembering the look on  on Chat's face when she brought a bag of croissants too their patrol last night. "Yeah, I believe she does."

Only Marinette misses the look of unfiltered joy on Adrien's face.