Miraculous: How It Could Have Happened-Season One

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It was a regular day for Adrien Agreste. He had had a photoshoot this afternoon, but it had been postponed until tomorrow due to a problem with the equipment. Gabriel, not wanting his son to waste the day dilly-dallying, had told Adrien that he could brush up on his Chinese instead. But instead of prepping his languages, like his father expected, Adrien was instead rehearsing for something that he felt was of far more importance.

"H-H-Hey, Mari! Marinette! You mind if I call you Mari? That's okay! Anyway, there's, uh, there's a movie coming out with th-that actor you really like. I was hoping—wondering! I wasn't hoping! I'm not desperate! Its not like I dream about holding you in my arms while the rest of the world fades away...I mean!" The model was cut off by the cackling of his kwami, who was holding up a photo of his chosen's object of affection.

Adrien glared. "Glad to see my misery brings you joy." "Sorry, sorry.", Plagg gasped out between snickers. Adrien ran his fingers through his tousled locks of gold as he fell backwards onto his bed. "Its hopeless.", he moaned. "If I can't even ask out a photo of Marinette, how can I pull off the real deal?" "Are you sure?", asked Plagg. "I'm having fun watching you. 'Hey, Marinette, you wanna blah-gee-duh!'"

"I can't help it!", he exclaimed, jolting to an upright sitting position. "Everytime I see her, I get all woozy and I feel like I might faint!" He gazed out the window, smiling goofily as the clouds seemed to form her smiling face, her sparkling blue eyes, the cute little freckles on her adorable button nose. Plagg looked at him with a quirked eyebrow as he nibbled on some camembert. "So...basically the only way you could have a normal conversation with her is if you were blindfolded." Adrien slumped over, his posture looking like a question mark. "Pretty much."

"Kid, I got the solution.", said Plagg. "Just don't look at her." Adrien frowned at his kwami. "How can I ask her on a date without looking her in the eye?! If I avoid her gaze while talking, she'll think I'm acting weird." Plagg shook his head. As if Adrien didn't already act weird around her. "That's what you guys have these.", he said, floating over to the TV table and gesturing to a specific object—Adrien's smartphone.

"Plagg! You're a genius!", Adrien cried, jumping off his bed and diving towards the phone, snatching it up with a smile. The mentioned kwami smirked to himself. "I know." "This is perfect! I'll call her on the phone, and that way I won't have to see her!", said Adrien as he scrolled thrpugh his contacts list. "Maybe than I can talk to her like a normal person."

"Do you have her number?" "No,", he replied to Plagg. "But I think I know someone who will."
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"And...there!" Nino handed Adrien the phone back, and the blonde grinned from ear to ear when he saw the new name in his contacts—💘Marinette🥐. His eyes glimmered at the ten-digit sequence. "Thanks, Nino. You're the man." "One more thing.", said the capped boy. "While your bodyguard was driving me here, I wrote down a script for you." He took out a notepad and handed it to the other boy.

Adrien stared at the paper. "A script?" "Well, no offense, but we all know improv's not really your thing, bro.", Nino remarked with a nonchalant shrug. Adrien could not argue with him over that. "So just read from this, and you'll be fine." Adrien frowned. "Nino, I'm a model, not an actor. I don't sound natural when I read." "So memorize it!" "But what if something goes wrong?" "Too late!", Nino said, and before Adrien could do anything to stop him, he reached over and tapped Marinette's number, starting the call.

Adrien dropped the notepad and threw the phone a foot into the air with a yelp before catching it back in his hands before it hit the ground and cost his father $199. "Nino! I'm not ready!" "Relax!", said Nino, backing away from the blast zone. "Just don't improvise!" He gave his best friend an encouraging grin and two thumbs up. "You got this, dude!"