Miraculous: Men in Black

Her

Adriens POV:

His blonde hair illuminated under the streetlights as he trudged down the street, hanging his head. He tried to waste as much time as possible, looking into every shop on the way home, closed or not. One shop in particular caught his eye- a bakery. It lit up the whole street with its warmth and homeliness, something he hadn't felt in years.
There were macaroons and croissants and all different coloured cakes on display and the smell of the fresh pastry made his tummy rumble.
He tore his eyes away and decided to carry on walking.
The light of Paris' streets became a distant memory as a tall lifeless mansion lingered above him. The mansion in which he called home.
He took a deep sigh after one short glimpse of the building and entered hesitantly.

Narrators POV:

His father, to his surprise, awaited him on the marble staircase, with a concerned look.
"What took you so long?" Gabriel said, eyebrows furrowed.

"And a good evening to you too, Father." Adrien muttered sarcastically.
"What are you even doing here? I thought you had work to do."

"I do, but I don't think you understand how late you are. Precisely an hour and forty five minutes. Miss Bourgeois has been awaiting you." Gabriel replied sternly.

Adrien rolled his eyes,  "Oh we wouldn't want the best influencer of your company to keep waiting, would we? Don't worry I'll see to her now."

Little did either of them know, Chloè was listening to every word they were saying. She sat at the top of the staircase covering her mouth to stop any sort of whimper from escaping.

"You shouldn't talk about Miss Bourgeois like that, she's your girlfriend, after all." Gabriel said in his usual monotone voice.
But Adrien was already walking up the staircase to show that he had finished with the conversation.

Hearing his footsteps getting closer, Chloè shot up. She ran to the bedroom where she hid under the covers, pretending to sleep.
She pressed her eyes tighter when the door was opened.
She flinched when she heard a sigh come from the end of the bed as he sat down on it.
"I know you heard that, Chloè. I'm sorry- I'm just... stressed. And I don't agree with how my father treats you or me. He doesn't even call you by your first name for God's sake."

Chloè pried her eyes open to look at Adrien, but he remained staring at the floor, as if avoiding her eye.

"You don't have to go to work, you could stay with me. We can be happy together, here!" She insisted, grabbing Adrien's cheeks to turn his face to her.

"Stay here? Why would I want to stay here?"  He thought.

"Chlo, work for me isn't just a job, it's something I enjoy doing. I get to help save Paris! I don't want to model for the rest of my life just because that's what my Father had planned out for me." He exclaimed.

Chloè took a deep breath. Oh how she wished Adrien would love to spend as much time with her as he did at work. But she didn't want to take that away from him.
"I want you to be happy, Adrien." She closed her eyes and rested her head on his.
Adrien flinched, but stayed in the position because he knew how rare attention like this was at home.
"Thank you" he whispered.
He knew how much Chloè tried for him and he hated that he couldn't return her feelings.

Adriens POV:

This is what's supposed to happen right? I'm supposed to be with Chloè. Father even said that Mother wanted us to get together.
Then... I'm doing this for you, Mum.

"I mean it Chloè. Thank you."
Her eyes flicker up to me.
I look down at them, they're blue as the sky. They remind me of someone else. Someone who made me so happy today. I'm so drawn in by them, I almost forget who I'm talking to.

Without thinking I clasp Chloè's  face and pull it towards mine, stopping inches away from her lips.
What am I doing?
A look of shock washes across her face.
We've never shared such an intimate moment. Normally we just go out in public and wait for a photographer to take a picture of us holding hands.
Ive never been this close to her.
She knows this, because she takes the opportunity and grasps it.
She smashes her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in the moment she gets the chance.
I stiffen, suddenly realising what we're doing.
I break the kiss and wipe my lips with the back of my hand.
Chloè shifts a bit, looking anywhere but me. Probably wondering where we stand or if I liked it.
Truth is, I did like it, but only because I imagined she was somebody else. Someone I shouldn't be thinking about.

I slide into the bed beside her, but face the wall.
"Good...night Adrien." Chloè stammers awkwardly.
"Goodnight." I reply in a tired voice, leading her to believe I'm falling asleep.
But that night, I barely even blinked.
I don't even deserve to sleep. I'm lay next to someone who loves me. And I just kissed her. I'm in a relationship with this girl. So why am I thinking of somebody else?

In the Bakery:

Marinette stood at her balcony, taking in the romantic view of her city.
She held the magazine clipping of her coworker in one hand and traced his features in the image with her other hand.
"I need to be professional. I can't like somebody I have to solve legal cases with."  She thought, as she took one last look at the photograph.
And with that, she tore the paper her childhood crush was imprinted on. She repeated this action until small pieces of ripped up magazine flew above the city below. She felt her childhood heart blow away with the torn pieces of paper, and all she could think to herself was:

I have to be professional.