Week 2: Friday aka "so i herd ur a furry"

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[Early in the morning, before he can chicken out for the... fourth time in a row... Adrien will be heading to Marinette's room and giving it a knock

... might wanna hide your contraband pics of him]

...Marinette? Are you in here? [pause] It's me, Adrien?

[do you think she doesn't know... @ catboy plz]

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[missmaladroite]

[ ♥♥♥ ADRIEN SAID I WAS SMART ♥♥♥ is what Marinette would be internally squealing about, if she wasn't internally and externally screaming about this]

[but also: shut the fuck up, Adrien, you can't tell it's her when there are like 10 animated kids in the class]

Those are jokes! Like... like Rhys! Or... like yours?

[she still hasn't read his profile because she's been too busy staring at his face] You've got the wrong girl! I can't be Ladybug, just look at me!

[insulting herself will definitely ease his suspicions]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[marinette omfg stop insulting yourself???]

I am looking at you, and I'm not sure how I didn't see it before. You're both brave, and smart, and talented and... stubborn.

[that last one is said mostly fondly because she is STILL IN DENIAL AND HE IS DEAD INSIDE??? DID SHE EVEN FIGURE HIM OUT??? SHE MUST'VE THOUGHT HE WAS SO WEIRD AS CHAT HE'S DYING]

[missmaladroite]

[please stop Adrien, your face is so beautiful but your mouth is saying things and she doesn't know what to do, she has to keep her identity a secret or he'll be in danger]

[MORE DANGER]

[and it's not working and aaaaaah]

Y-You've really got this all mixed up, Adrien! Besides, if I'm Ladybug, that would make you Ch.....

.....

Chat.....

[holy shit, her eyes just go so wide]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[bows]

At your service, my lady. [though when he looks up through his bangs he looks nervous and unsure and 0% chat-like, but, y'know, he tried.] Sorry.

[why is he still apologizing oh my god]

[missmaladroite]

[please give her a minute]

[or, you know, a year]

CHAT NOIR?!

[please say it louder Marinette the entire ship didn't hear you]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[winces as he straightens up oh my god his eardrums are dead]

Yep. Pretty weird that we both ended up in the same class, right?

[he doesn't know how to respond to this he got to have his own mental breakdown alone in his room with only a cat to mock him this feels far more personal and intense, somehow]

[missmaladroite]

How--- But this can't---- Why---- What----

[Chat Noir is Adrien. Adrien is a shitty furry who makes terrible jokes. CHAT NOIR WAS THE BOY SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH ALL ALONG]

[all this time, he was flirting and she semi-rebuffed him and oh man, oh god, oh man, oh god, SHE CAN'T TAKE THIS]

This can't be true!

[at least she's less loud]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[okay that is a. more violent reaction than he expected and he flinches a bit, looking down. he laughs awkwardly to cover it up. i mean he knows he acts different but y i k e s]

It is. Should I... do you need to be alone?

[he knows he appreciated the alone time to come to terms with it and he wasn't nearly as... upset? as marinette is.]

[missmaladroite]

[it's a shame Marinette isn't fucking self-aware enough to realize she's making him feel awkward and probably terrible, but no, she has to go and do her thing, what a disaster]

But how can you be--- Chat Noir is so --- and you're so perfect--- and---

AUGH!!!

[take deep breaths, Marinette]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[what]

What?

[missmaladroite]

It just can't be truuuuuue! Not my Adrien!

[congrats Marinette you're making even less sense]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

...Your... what?

[w h a t?? is going ???? on????]

[missmaladroite]

Oh, no, I didn't mean that, I meant-- my friend Adrien, I didn't expect, you to be Chadrien-- I mean, Chat Noir, I---

[if only there were someone here to remind her to breathe]

[because SHE REALLY NEEDS TO]

I-I'm... just a little surprised, is all.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Oh. [well! that makes sense. he just smiles at her] It... surprised me too.

[...at the beginning of the week when he figured it out but you know he's willing to let that go]

Look, if you need some time-- we can talk about it later?

[missmaladroite]

[laughs way too nervously]

[and way too loudly. SO SMOOTH, MARINETTE]

R-Right, later... we can talk.

I just need some think to time-- er, time to... I need to think a little bit.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[o...kay]

...Riiiight. I'm going to ... go. Um. Don't forget to keep the flowers hydrated!

[he's going to try to head out even as he is mentally screaming "DON'T FORGET TO KEEP THE FLOWERS HYDRATED????" at himself]

[missmaladroite]

Uhm, you too!

[also mentally screaming "YOU TOO????" at herself while he goes]

[maybe she is staring at dat ass you don't know]