𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃𝐒 － 𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯/𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘳

3: let the games begin; ajr

"Thank you for coming today!"
Marinette and the rest of her family bid us goodbye－not without their famous macarons. They gave us separate boxes because they're that nice. We then rode a bus and reached our home quicker than expected.

No traffic I guess.

I felt a warm sensation on my back the moment I laid it on the soft couch that our parents just bought.

I feel tired.

Physically and emotionally.

I looked at the twins, running around as Alya chased them. I don't get it. How can Alya be a ball of sunshine all throughout the day?

I entered my room and skipped dinner. I don't feel like eating anyways. I took my phone and scrolled through my twitter feed. Nothing.

I then opened my laptop and decided to edit my blogs, both my personal and the one dedicated on criticizing chat noir.

More viewers are starting to read my blog and as usual, it's filled with his fans flooding the blog's comment section, protecting their hero from a realist's point of view.

I mean, let's be honest

Ladybug does most of the work.

What does chat noir has to offer?

...

Nothing!

Ladybug is a strong independet woman who doesn't need any man－

"How's it going...?" Alya asked, entering the room without knocking.

"Peachy."

"mhmm." Alya sat at the edge of the bed and hummed a familiar tune, "You were oddly quiet earlier－at Marinette's."

"Oh..that." She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head slightly to the left, demanding answers. "It's nothing really. I just－"

"－feel something for her that I know she won't reciprocate." Alya rolled her eyes as she mocked the words I used before. "You didn't even try, (y/n)! She could've been crushing on you right now, as we speak!"

I shook my head in disapproval, "It doesn't work that way, Alya. Besides, she's way into Adrien. There's no way that she likes me too."

"You'll never know unless you try~"

"Try what?"

"Confessing!"

"I－" I physically facepalmed at how Alya could even think of me confessing my feelings to Marinette.

"What? It worked with me and Nino."

Another facepalm. "You are a hetero. It's easier for you to confess since het couples have been normalized for centuries now.

I am bisexual, Alya. I can't just go straight to a girl and tell her how i feel. I need to consider a lot of things before doing that. She might feel weird, uncomfortable or even disgusted－but I know Marinette's way too nice to be disgusted."

Alya stood up and walked to my bedroom door, "I get it. It's not easy. Bisexual things, etc."

I stood up as well and opened the door for her, "Thank you for understanding!"

She rolled her eyes and left the room but came back and said, "Don't think about it too much, okay? Just do what you feel is right."

I nodded and pushed her out of the doorway and finally closed my bedroom door. I turned the lights off and happily threw myself onto the bed.