Miraculous One Shot Compilation

Memory

A/n - 'Tis'nt the season, eh. I'm allowed to write a Christmas story any time of year. Right? (If anyone decides to comment on this in December and say something along the lines of 'yes it is', thank you for being so predictable.)

The auditorium of Collège Françoise Dupont was arrayed in colorful Christmas decor on just about every available surface. Seeming to take a back seat behind the looming table centerpieces, a copious amount of food platters had been squished onto the long tables. It was quite the spread for a public secondary school to put on, and the mayor was there congratulating himself for having contributed most of the offerings.

The fact that the mayor was there was probably the only reason that Adrien was allowed to be there himself. His father wasn't much for social gatherings, but he understood the benefits of befriending people in high places - so why not send his more charismatic son to do the job?

Adrien had dutifully said hello to the mayor before Andre had excused himself to talk with Mr. Damocles. That was all right with Adrien. He could tell his father he'd tried. He was relieved he didn't have to stick around there too long; he'd always found high class socialization a bit... stuffy. There were other people he'd much rather spend his limited free time with. Where were they?

He made his way over to the door and poked his head out into the chilly December air. He didn't see anyone at first. He took another step forward so that he could see around the doorpost -  and in just that moment, a screeching human body was thrown into him so hard he had to take a step backward, steadying his back against the door frame.

"Alya! What was that for? Why did you push me?" A dazed Marinette uncomprehendingly studied the black fabric wall that had caught her fall. It had three horizontal stripes across it; one in yellow, one in purple, and one in green. She could have sworn the wall also had a heartbeat coming from the other side of it...

"I got you! I got you!" Alya cheered. "Look up, Girl."

Marinette's eyes trailed upward and found the face of her crush, who was still trying to wrap his mind around how he'd found himself up against a doorframe with a disoriented girl collapsed against his chest. "Adrien?"

"Look higher!"

This time, both Adrien and Marinette followed Alya's instruction. Now they understood her sense of accomplishment; she had trapped them under the mistletoe.

"Uh-aah?" Marinette reacted to the information of just where she was, and with whom. Her blue eyes met Adrien's green ones, seeming to ask him whether he thought they should follow the popular parasite's tradition.

Adrien was trying to figure out which approach would better allow him to befriend the elusive girl before him. On one hand, kissing Marinette could act as an icebreaker on their relationship, but on the other hand, it could make her even more nervous and cause her to avoid him more than she already did. Maybe he shouldn't risk... "What's the harm in it?" He smiled at her.

It was a Christmassy thing to do, right? He might as well just go for it. Marinette initially looked shocked at his suggestion, but to Adrien's surprise, her expression formed into some sort of smirk - as though she were finally getting her way. She stretched up a little and he stooped to that same degree to meet her halfway.

He was surprised at himself when his lips came into contact with Marinette's. This wasn't anything he'd expected to do today (or at all, really), but for a moment it felt right; then it felt like something more. It was familiar. He was positive this couldn't be the first kiss he and Marinette had shared.

'Were we together in a past life?' was the first thing he asked himself. He'd never given thought to reincarnation before, but at that moment he just about started believing in it. That was, until some foggy memory started begging for his attention. It wasn't from centuries, or even decades ago. He still couldn't see the memory, but he could see its timestamp clearly. It was recent - approximately ten months old, or there about. December, November, October... so... last February? He'd kissed Marinette last February?