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“Morning!” Came the cheerful call as Adrien climbed the steps of Francais Dupont, moving briefly to avoid a student rushing past.
Marinette looked up from where she was talking with Alya, on time for once, and a wide smile spread across her face. “Good morning, minou.” She replied, handing him a pastry wrapped in a napkin that she had brought from the bakery for him. Adrien’s father did try to make sure he was on a healthy diet but was unable to take into account all the calories burned saving Paris secretly so she made sure to have food for him.
Thanking her with a grin, Adrien took a bite of the pain au chocolat and completely missed the look of shock on Alya’s face as her head whipped back and forth between Marinette and Adrien. What was going on here? Marinette was usually a disaster around her crush and all of a sudden her stuttering and extra clumsiness vanishes overnight?
The odd behavior continued throughout the day with Marinette acting more confident and playful than usual, even winking at Adrien once during class. Alya just had to get to the bottom of this, her journalist senses were driving her crazy. There had to be a story there.
At the first opportunity, she pulled Marinette aside and practically yelled, “Girl! What is up with you today? Out of nowhere you’re all cool as a cucumber around Adrien?”
Rather than frantically try to shush her in fear that Adrien might hear, Marinette only smiled and said, “We discovered we had some things in common and bonded over them. He’s a great friend.” Alya’s brain just about exploded hearing that.
“You’re definitely hiding something. C’mon, girl, spill!” She insisted.
“Seriously, Alya, let it go.” Marinette replied, frowning a bit. She really didn’t want her digging around this matter, it was bad enough she and Chat Noir had been forced to detransform together in a storage closet during the last akuma battle. Their identities were secret for a reason. If she knew this would happen, she would’ve tried to make the change of the dynamic between her and Adrien more gradual.
Agreeing to let it go for the moment, Alya watched Marinette go with narrowed eyes. She whipped out her phone and created a new note, writing a list of all the weird things she’d seen that morning. First, no stuttering around Adrien. The sudden odd closeness between them. It hadn’t even been a weekend as today was Thursday and yesterday nothing was out of the ordinary. Off to one side, Nino shook his head sadly as he mentally canceled all the date ideas for him and Alya, seeing the gleam in her eyes that meant an inquisition had her in its grip. He wouldn’t be getting his girlfriend back until she’d worked all the investigating out of her system.