*This is a female reader's perspective, but can be adjusted.

She is my everything, who I want to be, who I want to have. I loved her, her strength, and her personality.

Ladybug is the one I adore the most.

I wrote poems about her in a notebook I took to school with me. No one knew about my love for Ladybug. Not even my friends, Marinette and Alya, knew.

"Hey, [Name]. Do you wanna come hang out with us? We're just gonna go hang out at Marinette's place and eat her dad's pastries." Alya was looking at me with her face full of joy.

"Why my place? It's always at mine." Marinette frowned a little. Alya shook her head.

"Why not? Besides, I made sure that Adrien would come."

Marinette tried her best to conceal her oncoming blush. "Okay, it's fine if we hang out at my place."

All three of us walked together to Marinette's house while Adrien was supposedly going to arrive later. Alya couldn't stop talking about Ladybug and her Ladyblog.

"Ladybug just went swoosh! right in front of me! Can you believe that, guy?" She kept recreating the scene again and again.

"That's actually really cool, though," I said. "To have Ladybug fly out of nowhere and save the day tight in front of you."

Alya bobbed her head rapidly. "Of course! You should come with me one day and go Ladybug-watching. It'll be great!"

Marinette sighed. "You can't spend all of your time running your Ladyblog. School is important as well." She opened the front of  the bakery, and we made our way through the back, greeting her parents along the way.

"Oh please, Marinette. I have thousands of followers. I'm close to one million, too. People love my blog. It's my pride and joy. Much like your dream of being a fashion designer." Alya sprawled herself across Marinette's couch the moment we entered.

I placed my bag near the door before sitting next to Alya. Marinette took her seat on the swivel chair.

Alya turned and looked at me. "What's your secret passion, [Name]?"

I jumped. "W-what? I don't have one!"

Alya's devious smile freaked me out. "You're bound to have one. Everyone does. Is it some secret foot fetish? Or do you have a shrine dedicated to someone special, like Jagged Stone?"

I pushed her away. "That's way out of my comfort zone. I would never have something as bizarre as that."

"Then, what is it? You have to be passionate about something, whether it's super extravagant or basic."

Marinette nodded. "It's true. I don't think we know what you like the most."

I didn't want to tell them because I knew that they would get more curious with every answer, but I had to. Or else, they'd ask me until I died.

"I write. I write poems, short poems. But, that's about it. It's nothing special..." I so desperately wanted to avoid this subject. If they both found out that I wrote poems about my love for Ladybug, they'd think I'd be some extreme weirdo.

Just then, Adrien opened the door. "Hey guys. Sorry I'm late." As he stepped in, he accidentally kicked my bag.

All of my contents spilled out, including the notebook with my poems. And of course, I left my notebook opened to my unfinished poem.

I dived for the door, hitting my head on Adrien's shins. He groaned a little before collapsing on top of me. 

"I-I'm sorry. [Name]? Are you okay?" Adrien sounded like he lost all of his breath in his lungs.

"Oh, yeah. I'm totally fine. I just... Yeah." I waited for Adrien to roll over me before sitting up. I slipped my notebook in my backpack quickly, so no one would notice.

Thankfully, everyone else was worried about Adrien. "[Name], you can't just dive into doors like that. That's not a healthy habit," joked Alya.

Marinette knelt down to examine Adrien. "Do you need something? Bandages, or an ice pack?"

Adrien shook his head. "No, I think I'm fine. What about you, [Name]?" He looked over his shoulder to check on me.

"I'm okay. Thanks, though."

That night, I looked through my notebook to make sure that all of my poems were intact. As I flipped through the pages, I noticed that my unfinished poem ripped off.

I groaned loudly. It ripped because I had dived headfirst into Adrien, and the friction between my body and the floor caused the pages to rip as I tried to save it.

This was horrible. I reached for my phone, but stopped halfway. If I asked Marinette if she had it, she would know my secret. And, I'll be exposed.

I sighed. My life kept getting worse.

My love for Ladybug will never be directed. I'll never finish my poem, and I will have to live with the worry that Marinette may know.

I crawled into my bed, pulling the covers over my pitiful self. I prayed that Marinette threw it away, thinking it was scrap paper. 

Thinking of her reading it scared me so much. It's such a big secret that I'm not willing to reveal now.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was midnight. I frowned. There was no hope, and there never would be.

And, there it was. A flurry of red rushed past my balcony window and disappeared. I sat up faster than the speed of light.

I walked out to the window, hoping that I wasn't crazy. 

On the floor was a single rose and an envelope. I opened the glass doors and bent down to grab it.

The rose was made of fabric, but it was made of the finest silk that it looked and felt real. I studied the envelope. It had no writing on the blank side, and it was strange.

I opened it and I found my poem. It was neatly folded, and you could see where it tore off in my journal.

I gasped, relieved that I got my poem back. There was another slip of paper that was in the envelope. I pulled it out, and it read:

"Ladybugs are red;

Cats are black.

I think you would like

To have your poem back."

I panicked. Was this Marinette? Then again, why would she climb up to my balcony to send me a letter and a rose?

Underneath the poem, there was a message:

"You left this while walking on the streets. I hope it is returned to you safely. This poem was very beautiful. I hope you can send me more in the future.

With love and luck,

Ladybug"

I was so happy I wanted to cry. It was better that my poem was found in the streets of Paris rather than in Marinette's room. And, Ladybug had found it for me. She even wrote me a letter, expressing her opinion on my poem.

I crawled back into bed, happier than I was before.

Marinette crawled back through the rooftop to her bedroom. She de-transformed, and Tiki flew out, landing on a soft pillow.

"That was so cool of you, Marinette." Tiki smiled at her. 

"Thank you. I had to lie a little, but knowing that [Name] admires Ladybug makes me happy. But, don't you think it's strange that both of my best friends happen to love Ladybug?"

Tiki shook her head. "Of course not. You're Ladybug, and everyone loves Ladybug. You're a hero!"

Marinette smiled and cupped Tiki in the palms of her hands. "Me, too. I like Ladybug as much as my friends do."

~End~

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