I love these soulmate things too much :3 

~*Adrien*~

A touch was all it took to change a life. A touch was all it took to change my life. That day, in the rain, when the girl with the raven hair and the big sapphire eyes, who I would later come to know as Marinette, barely touched the tip of my finger I felt a jolt of electricity through my body and a warmth on the back of my shoulder and knew what it was. 

My soulmate tattoo had formed, and it was when this girl had touched me.

I looked at it later, and saw it was a beautifully intricate pink flower.

I'll admit that I was relieved. She was very pretty, and according to Nino, a very kind girl, as well as popular among the students. She was well-known, and generally liked by everyone, except Chloe and Sabrina. I suppose Chloe was jealous, especially when she stands up for herself and her classmates. Her parents ran a bakery, which was a plus, and she was an aspiring designer. A designer for a model - what a perfect pair. But... she was certainly not who I expected.

Earlier that day, I had become Chat Noir for the second time and fallen in love with Ladybug. And I was hopeful - one day we'd touch hands without the gloves and I'd feel the spark and the warmth and we'd be made for each other. Ladybug was the girl of my dreams - she was brave, and smart, and witty, and graceful and just plain amazing. 

But... I had to abandon these newly formed dreams for a girl who was now counting on me to be there for her as her soulmate. And she was happy with me, for reasons I don't know but I can't help but think it's because of my father, she was so happy that I was the one for her. However, Marinette was not someone whom I could fool as easily as I did everyone else.

One day, she sighed and pulled me away from everyone else into an empty classroom. I stood still while she leaned back on a desk and folded her arms and stared at me with those usually soft blue eyes suddenly filled with worry and concern and power. 

"Alright, Adrien. What's wrong?" Her voice was both gentle and firm, and she wasn't joking. Normally, she stutters frequently and blushes all the time. Her words smooth and even, yet filled with hidden worry, it touched my heart that she pushed through her habits to be there for me. Yet, it seemed I wasn't there for her.

"Marinette, I'm sorry." That's how I started it, with a heavy sigh and a hand running through my hair. "You're amazing, you truly are, and anyone would be lucky to have you, but..."

When I looked at her again, her eyes of blue were melancholy and her posture had sagged. "You're not happy w-with me." Clearly agitated, she pushed off the desk to start pacing. "I knew it. You were too good for me, I shouldn't have fallen for you and that loneliness in your eyes and that laugh and the kindness and... Oh god, stop looking at me with the puppy eyes, please." When she met my eyes again, she was no longer worried, or concerned for me. She was just sad, and scared.

"Marinette, I truly am sorry, I just... fell for someone else before I met you and, I-I..." Even I heard the hopelessness in my voice, and I certainly knew she wasn't okay with it.

"You fell for Ladybug, didn't you." It wasn't a question, but I found myself nodding shamefully anyway. She was visibly upset, but took a deep breath and quelled her anger and sadness. It was then I noticed how emotionally strong she was, how she could so easily gain her composure after what was surely a heartbreaking admission. 

"Well, there goes my plans." She gave a sad laugh when I looked at her, a clear expression of confusion on my face. She moved right in front of me and held up my hand, tapping my ring with a finger. "Chat Noir." Shock must have registered on my face, because she smiled, but it was fake. I knew fake smiles like my own, which of course is because I wear fake smiles like I would come to wear that mask. 

"W-wha... h-how...?" I'm pretty sure my mouth broke at that point, mumbling incoherent sentences. She would've giggled in that cute way of hers if it weren't for the serious nature of the conversation.

"Blond, green eyes, taller than me by about half a head, the voice was exactly the same, the ring, the slight smell of cheese and now, the love for Ladybug. Honestly, the only mind the magic hasn't muddled is mine." She shook her head, dropping my hand and moving towards the window. I couldn't help but follow, at least until I was a step away. "My tattoo is a cat, with green eyes, but formed when I touched you. Kinda easy to guess."

"You mentioned a plan?" In hindsight, that was a stupid question to ask, but she didn't react badly. Only heaving a sigh and continuing to look out the window.

"My plan was to try and make you fall for me as myself, not as Ladybug." Her first sentence hadn't sunk in, so I stood there like an idiot, not connecting the dots. "She isn't really me, after all. She's a mask, she's who I think should be the heroine of Paris. She doesn't let emotions get in the way of saving her city, at least," She let out a dry chuckle. "I hope so."

I think it was at that point I'd registered what she'd said, and my mouth dropped. Marinette was Ladybug, I had just turned down the love of my life for the love of my life. And she knew about me being Chat Noir, she had known from the very start, but even today, she doesn't let our bad relationship bleed into our partnership. After all, like she said, saving Paris was more important than our feelings. Hate, anger, it was all irrelevant when lives were at risk. I know that now, but back then, I was too hopeful. Too irresponsible.

"And I was hoping to fall for you as Chat, too. It would be unfair to you if I only loved half of your personality. You wouldn't see that, would you? You only loved Ladybug, you wouldn't let any room for anyone else." When she turned to face me, finally, I felt my heart break at her tear streaked face. "I didn't want to tell you until you loved me. Adrien, as much as you were disappointed in me, I am disappointed. I thought you might've been different. You weren't." Her eyes were cold, like a fire long since gone out, eerily similar to my father's. She brushed past me, her face now clean and perfect from wiping.

I think it was the moment she closed the door that I broke. I knelt on the ground and cried my eyes out. I transformed into Chat Noir and ran, ditching school for the entire day, telling Nathalie I was suddenly sick and staying curled up in my room. Nino called, Alya called, but Marinette didn't. Marinette never called.

Two months later, and here I sit, staring at coffee long since gone cold next to Nino and Alya who chatted away, careful not to push my buttons. They shouldn't push me when she's around. They did that once, I flipped out, they never did again. 

And today would be an especially bad day to push my buttons. Because, in this cafe, I swear to god Marinette is punishing me because she deliberately came in here while on a date with Nathanael.

My soulmate, the girl I fell in love with, is on a date with another guy. And it's killing me.

I mean, we'll end up together one day, right? We're soulmates, meant to be, right? Right?!

I think Nino and Alya notice the way my hand in now gripping the edge of the table like I want to flip it. And I do, sitting here, glaring daggers at Nathanael for touching my girl. And misery over takes me because she looks happy, but a fake happy. Like she's smiling for him. I should be happy, but I'm not, because she's sad and it's probably my fault.

So I do something I'll probably regret.

Getting up, I approach them with a carefully sculpted smile. Nathanael noticed me, but Marinette's back is to me, so I speak up.

"Excuse me for one second, I don't mean to intrude on your date, but I need to speak to Marinette, if that's alright with you, Nathanael?" A polite smile hiding my anger is all it takes for him to nod, and I replicate her actions from that day two months ago. I grab her arm, pull her out to a park bench and lean on it.

"Adrien get on with it, I want to get back to Nath." She looks visibly in pain, but I can't help but scowl at the nickname. Stupid 'Nath', stupid Chat Noir, stupid miraculous, stupid Hawkmoth, stupid me!

"No, you don't, do you?" I say quietly. I know she hears me because her head lowers, those beautiful bluebell eyes avoiding me. Just like she's been, and I can't take it anymore. "Marinette, please look at me." Hearing the brokenness in my voice makes her look up. "I'm sorry, for everything. Please, I can't bear to see you with him and it's worse when you're looking so sad. If you give me a chance, I'll fall in love with Marinette, and you could try and fall in love with Chat Noir, and I just want to see you happy again, Mari, because it makes my heart break again and again to see you so sad."

I know I'm rambling at this point, and I'm on the verge of tears, but I can't deal with this distance anymore. Everyday, her tear streaked face appears in my head and reminds me what a terrible person I am for doing this to her. To her. To anyone else I could've gotten over it, but to her... It's eating me alive.

"I-I thought you were avoiding me." She breaks my train of thought with her stumbling words. My face is probably one of shock, but melts into shame when I know why she'd think that. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. Please give me a chance?" I stare into her beautiful, swirling blue eyes that I love, my heart filling with delight as she nods. 

"Of course, Chaton. Of course."

I AM ON A ROLL TODAY FOLKS