"So, remind me again why we're doing this?" Chloé asked, standing aside the two Agrestes, who were handing out hand-made fliers.

"There was an akuma last night and Chat Noir said we had to help." Alya said, standing on the other side of the Agrestes with her own fliers. "Also, why did you say 'we'? You're not helping." Chloé rolled her eyes, sighing.

"By the way, how did you find out about the akuma?" Adrien asked, glancing over at Alya.

"The twins were making a big fuss about it, actually. They kept mentioning 'snow', but it's about to be summer." Alya handed out a flyer, advertising the toy drive.

"It's still weird though. If you look at the original flyer," Nino pulled up a picture on his phone. "The artwork looks strikingly familiar to Marinette's, doesn't it?" Alya sighed.

"Maybe if the photograph wasn't so blurry—"

"Not everyone is an expert photographer like you babe—"

"And if Chloé hadn't spilled her vanilla cappuccino all over the original—"

"Hey, Adrien made me drop my coffee."

"I said I was sorry."

"We would be able to compare and contrast." Alya finished, before turning to Marinette. "Because if it was created by the same person, that means someone is having a late-night visitor." She sang.

"Oh, you wish." Marinette scoffed. "You think the guard dogs would let him in?"

"We have guard dogs?" Adrien asked and Marinette shushed him.

"That's beside the point," she turned back to Alya. "I would rather be caught dead than to be seen with that cat."

"Ouch, he's a cool guy." Nino commented.

"Yeah, don't diss the guy, he's trying to get rid of the akuma." Alya added.

"And for god's sake Marinette, weren't you the one who made these fliers?" Adrien finished her off and she pouted.

"Come on guys, what the hell! You're supposed to be on my side, not his!"

"Isn't he supposed to be a criminal though?" Chloé asked. They all remained silent. "Why isn't Papillon doing anything about this?"

"He only alerted all of Paris." Marinette scoffed.

"Still, he could do something, I don't know. Why is Chat Noir getting rid of his akuma? Aren't the akuma supposed to stop him?" She questioned.

"Have you noticed how the akuma are doing more damage to the city that the dude himself?" Nino asked. Chloé scoffed.

"He's a criminal. He stole from Papillon." Adrien was silent the whole time, growing uncomfortable in the situation and being in the middle of everything. What does he say? What does he do? Was he a supporter of Papillon? Were his friends supporters too?

"How do you know that Chat Noir stole from Papillon?" Marinette asked, breaking Adrien's train of thought. "When have we once seen Papillon do something good?"

"We really only have seen him once." Nino replied thoughtfully.

"Plus, Chat Noir helped with that little genie akuma from yesterday. No criminal does that," Alya motioned to the fliers. "Or organizes a toy drive either."

"I honestly believe that the boy is misunderstood." Marinette stated. Chloé remained silent, before going inside and muttering how ridiculous it all was under her breath.

"I think class is about to start soon. We should head inside." Adrien spoke up. The other nodded and headed inside. As they went to the locker room, they spread out a couple of the remaining fliers, before Adrien said he needed to use the restroom.

Once he was sure that the restroom was empty, he looked in to his bag for Plagg.

"Do you think I can send a message to her?" Plagg smirked slightly.

"Are you falling head over heels for Marinette Agreste?" He sang. Adrien rolled his eyes while Plagg snickered. "She's really got Tikki's strong will."

"That's what I like about her." Adrien sighed, almost dreamily, as he pulled out a pen. "So, can you?" Plagg nodded.

"Make it short." Adrien nodded and uncapped his pen, pressing it to his skin gently.

Marinette was with Chloé in the restroom, watching her fix her makeup, when she felt something on her arm. Just outside the sleeve of her cardigan, green writing appeared. Marinette quickly pulled her sleeve over the writing and tucked her arms to her chest. She pretended to shiver and mumble about needing to go the restroom.

She rushed into one of the stalls, locking the door behind her. She pulled up her sleeve, looking down at the neat, green handwriting. Has Chat's handwriting always been so neat? The small 'thank you' made her smile. A part of her wanted to reply to him, but rules said that she wasn't allowed...

Either way, she decided to reach into her purse and pull out a pen. "Will I be seeing you at lunch today?" Chat Noir told Charpentier that the toy drive would be during lunch time. Marinette was lucky that Alya caught onto the idea and agreed with it, or she would be under a lot of suspicion.

"I won't be able to attend, just keep an eye on Charpnetier and don't let him see you. Once the akuma is gone, you can approach him.

"Okay, I will." Her message remained on her arm for a moment, as she thought. "Will I be seeing you tonight then?" She chewed on the end of her pen. This was the first time she was willingly inviting him over. Well... technically second, but the first one didn't count.

"If my princess so desires it, I will be there." Marinette could only image those words coming out of his mouth and she blushed. Get a grip, Marinette!

"Marinette! Class is going to start soon!" Chloé called from the other side of the door.

"Alright, I'm coming!" Marinette called back and flushed the toilet, to give the impression that she was doing her business and not inviting Paris' most wanted to her bedroom tonight.

Class flew by and it was lunch time now. The group met in the locker room, making plans for lunch and the toy drive.

"So, what are we eating for lunch today?" Chloé asked, still looking very reluctant on the idea of helping.

"I think I'm going to that bakery we went to, the one that's down the street?" Adrien hoisted his bag over his shoulder.

"Oh, you mean the Dupain-Cheng's? Dude, get me some chocolate bread!" Nino called.

"I'll take some macaroons."

"Is there quiche?" Everyone looked over at Marinette. Adrien still remembered the last time they went to the bakery, she was so hesitant on tasting everything and this time, she was ordering straight off the menu.

"I'm pretty sure there is." Alya spoke up.

"Even if there isn't, I'm sure Madame Cheng wouldn't mind making you some." Adrien headed towards the door. "Chlo, do you want me to get you anything?" He looked to the blonde who was sitting cross legged on one of the benches with a sigh.

"No thanks. I think I'm going to eat with my daddy today." She stood and walked out, flipping her ponytail as she exited. Adrien blinked, looking at the others, clueless.

"Did anyone else see that?" He asked, pointing to the door.

"Yeah, she's probably still butthurt because we attacked her this morning." Alya rolled her eyes, waving Adrien away. "Don't worry, she'll come back eventually." Adrien glanced over at Marinette and she sighed silently, nodding in agreement.

"She'll be back to normal tomorrow, probably. I wouldn't worry about her." Adrien gave a slow nod.

"Okay, well... I guess I'll be back soon then." They all said their goodbyes as they put their things away in their lockers and got ready for the toy drive that was going to be at the school courtyard.

Adrien headed down the front stairs of the school and down the street, Plagg zipping out of his pocket and sitting on his shoulder.

"You seemed really worried about the Grinch today." Adrien gave him a look but Plagg simply smiled.

"I wasn't worried worried, it was just rather strange how she's so against Chat Noir..." He sighed. "Then again, it's no surprise, she was never a fan of me anyways."

"Who cares, I'm pretty sure a girl can't get akumatized three times." Adrien hummed.

"Well, if Ladybug never existed, that means that neither did Antibug. And since Marinette is an unfortunate Agreste, we never dated so Evil Queen didn't happen either." Plagg groaned.

"Relax," he cooed. "They said she would come crawling back by tomorrow, so we can just wait it out." Chloé was a hard-headed girl, there was no way that she was going to let herself get akumatized by Chat Noir.

Adrien arrived at the Dupain-Cheng bakery, the warm smells of the bread filled his nose as the bell at the door chimed at his entry. "Welcome to Tom and Sabine's—" Adrien smiled and waved. "Adrien! Welcome, come in, come in." Sabine walked around the counter, motioning him to come in for a hug. She smelt a lot like sweet bread and the scent of a familiar home, a smell that Adrien loved.

"Hi Mama, how have you been?" She rubbed his back lovingly, Adrien indulging in the motherly attention.

"I've been wonderful, dear, how about you?" She let go of him, ushering him to sit down. "You haven't stopped by recently, so I've been looking into the magazines for updates." Adrien sat and she joined him, giving his small apologies.

"We've been a little occupied," Adrien started.

"A little occupied?" Plagg cried from his pocket. Sabine blinked at the new voice and the small kwami laid on the table, sighing exhaustedly. "I haven't been able to rest in days." He exaggerated.

"Oh, is this the little creature who gives you your powers?" She asked, giggling at how the small kitten laid across the table while Adrien sighed.

"Yes, this is Plagg. Plagg, this is Madame Sabine." Plagg groaned softly, barely able to crack an eye open.

"I would say 'hello', but I'm just so... so low on energy. Don't you... don't you have anything to eat?" Adrien muttered an 'oh my god' under his breath, putting his face in his hands out of embarrassment.

"Is there anything in particular you want, dear?" She asked, standing.

"Camembert? Please?" Sabine nodded.

"Oh, so now you have manners?" Adrien asked. Plagg sent him a look and shushed him, before looking up at Sabine with a sweet smile.

"Thank you." He sang softly. Sabine came back with a slice of camembert that Plagg thankfully munched on while Adrien silently judged.

"Anyways, there's been a lot more activity going on around the city." She nodded.

"Yes, I noticed there was quite the commotion last night." She stood and went to her register, taking a sheet and placing it onto the table. "We've had a couple people come in with their own donations since we put a flyer up on the door." He turned to look and there was an original flyer taped up to the door. He hadn't even noticed it.

"Oh gosh, you didn't have to do that." She shook her head.

"If we can help you in any way, we'll take that opportunity." She smiled. "But enough about that, would you like something to eat?"

"Actually, I'm going to order a couple things." She nodded and called for Tom. It was different, meeting him this time around. He wasn't swearing on his life to treat Tom's princess as his own as they were leaving on a trip to London. Still, there was some sense of familiarity as Tom looked at him and Sabine had to explain that he was a young model from the area.

A quiche, a bag of chocolate bread, croissants and macaroons with a small box of toys later, Adrien was making his way back into the school courtyard. When he arrived, he was found by Marinette, who was trying to stay away from the toy drive as much as possible.

"Took you a while." She teased.

"Sorry, Madame Sabine decided to help out with the toy drive and gave me these." Adrien motioned to the box in his hands.

"No way, that's so sweet of her." She peeked into the box, finding the food laid across the toys.

"Madame Sabine is always willing to offer help." Marinette looked up at him.

"You make it sound as if you've been friends for a while." Adrien gave a hum and adverted his gaze to Charpentier, whom Alya was bombarding with questions.

"Well, she's a fairly sweet woman." He gave a tiny shrug. "How are things going with the akuma?"

"Uh, well, Alya is running an interview and Nino's done a lot of collecting. I've been directing the students and any others inside, so..." Her voice trailed off.

"That's good. You hungry?" He pulled out a small box from atop the toys, Marinette's quiche inside.

"Thanks." She smiled, opening the box.

"Go take a lunch break, I'll take over from here." She gave a nod and waved, going elsewhere to eat.

More toys came trialing in and he even saw the little girl from yesterday's akuma, Alex, bringing in some of her own toys. "I wanna help Chat Nuwow too!" Adrien couldn't help his smile. Honestly, people should pity a little kitty like him.

The toy drive was a complete success and before they knew it, that ugly akuma was flying into the sky.

"Where does it go? Will it ever come back?" Alya asked distractedly, watching the bug fly away.

"As far as we know, it sits in the dark, waiting for the moment for the person to fall in negative feelings again, waiting to attack." Adrien watched the akuma until it disappeared, faintly remembering his first akuma attack, Stone Heart. "But, unless it's purified, it will always be there, waiting for another moment to strike." Alya looked over at Adrien.

"How do you know about that?"

"Uh," He looked towards the gentle man that was brimming with tears. "I got it out of this book I read. I mean, I don't really know for sure, but it sounded pretty cool, don't you think?" Adrien laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Thank you again, you students have been so kind, to do this for me." Everyone nodded.

"It's our duty to help those in need. It's the least we could have done." Marinette smiled.

"Spoken like a true superhero." Alya commented, making Marinette blush.

After assisting the toy maker with his toys, they all returned to class. Chloé was still giving everyone the silent treatment, except for the few words she shared with Marinette.

Following class, Adrien had fencing practice while Marinette had a fashion showing somewhere, so they said their goodbyes until later that evening.

Dinner was a little on the lean side tonight and Adrien told Marinette that he believed Nathalie had a sixth sense about their eating habits or something and she giggled. Marinette also mentioned that her 'papa' was holding an internship project. Contestants had to design an outfit for next season and winner gets the internship with the Agreste Fashion.

Marinette started to babble on as to what she would design and Adrien listened to her go on, a smile on his face. Had he been a fool, he'd think everything else was a bad dream and that this was his real world, where his favorite girl was going on about fashion designing.

His daydreams went on for so long until he heard the words 'papa' and 'akuma'. "What?" Adrien blinked, focusing on the harsh reality of their current world.

"Papa said that we should be more careful with these recent akuma attacks, that we should try to keep together." Which was going to prove to be a problem. Adrien would need to hide to transform into Chat Noir and Marinette would have to hide to not be seen with Chat Noir.

"And, in the case we do get separated..." His voice trailed off.

"We'll meet each other. Or text!"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."

In the end, whenever an akuma would appear, the two would forget about keeping together.

After Marinette's shower, the lights went out and there was soon scratches at her window, before the cat came in.

"Your knight in shining armor has arrived, my lady." He gave a formal bow and Marinette giggled.

"Shining armor? More like my knight in black leather spandex." He straightened and smirked.

"Is that a leather kink I'm sensing?" Marinette quickly stammered and blushed, throwing a pillow at his face.

"Shut up, you tom cat."

"Whatever floats your boat, purr-incess." Marinette rolled her eyes. "But I must say, you did well today." He gave a tired sigh, sitting on one of her couches.

"You think so? I was worried about the akuma the whole time." She came and sat on a sofa across from him.

"I didn't know if he saw you last night, so to avoid any future problems, would you please do me a favor?" Marinette looked up at him. "Try not to get seen by any akuma. Papillon can see everything that the akuma sees and if he sees you getting involved with me, you're going to get in trouble." Marinette noticed how his ears flattened against his hair. "I can't have that." His voice was quiet.

"I promise." He looked up at her. "I'll be careful. I want to be of help, not put more burden on you." His heart fluttered.

"Thank you." He smiled. His smile was so sweet and genuine that it even made Marinette smile. "Thank you for helping me. I know I've caused you a lot of trouble and the way things ended last night, I—"

"I wanted to apologize about that." Chat Noir perked and she came to sit closer. "I didn't mean to fight with you. I just—" She sighed deeply. "I was worried, I guess?"

"I also want to apologize." Marinette blinked.

"What for?"

"I overstepped my boundary, by kissing you." Oh, that's right. Chat Noir kissed Marinette. She had completely forgotten that fact because she had been so angry with him, then caught up with the akuma. A blush started to creep across her cheeks like a mask.

"O-Oh. It's, well," She rubbed her arm. "It's okay?" Chat chuckled at her uncertainty.

"Oh, is it?" He crawled across the couch, coming closer to her. "Should I kiss you again to make sure if it's really okay?" His expression was flirty, dangerous and really close.

"P-Please, in your dreams!" She grabbed a cushion and shoved it into Chat's face. Chat chuckled and he pulled away.

"Well then, I guess I better head to bed so I can double check in my dreams." He tossed the cushion back to her and headed towards the window. "Have a good night, my lady." He bowed again and Marinette held the pillow to her chest.

"Good night, Chat Noir." Her face was heated, watching the figure jump into the Parisian night sky. Once he was gone, Marinette put the pillow to her face. "Oh, good lord, Marinette, what are you doing?"

A/N

It's time to ask Marinette some questions! (Questions to the author can also be asked). 

Submissions will be closed after 48 hours - 12 am June 13 2017

I have the right to deny answering any question asked.
5 am edit - maybe it would be a good idea to mention that the questions will be answered with au Marinette! Sorry lmao