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While finding out Ladybug’s identity had been a slow process for her, Chat Noir’s identity had hit Alya like a ton of bricks. It had been sudden, unbelievable, and kind of painful.
She had been on her way out of the school when she had heard Adrien talking to someone. Thinking that it was probably Nino and wanting to walk with her boyfriend, she had turned and gone in that direction. What she had found instead of the two boys, though, was a bright green light and then Chat Noir’s back.
Adrien was Chat Noir.
In the first moment of knowledge, Alya had been too shocked to say anything, which had given Chat Noir the time to jump up to the roof, gaping friend unnoticed behind him on the ground.
To Alya, Marinette was not unlike Ladybug. The heroine might be more outwardly bold and confident than her civilian form, but all of the qualities of Marinette were present in Ladybug and all of the qualities of Ladybug were present in Marinette. It had not been difficult to reconcile the two images once she had been sure that they were the same person.
Adrien, though, was an entirely different story. Her polite and gentlemanly classmate was a far cry from the daring and witty hero. No part of Adrien was found in Chat Noir and no part of Chat Noir was found in Adrien, at least not to Alya’s eyes. Granted, they weren’t that close, but still…
Adrien was gentle; Chat Noir was strong. Adrien was handsome; Chat Noir was hot. Adrien was charming; Chat Noir was clever. Adrien was submissive; Chat Noir only willingly followed Ladybug.
Who even was this boy in her class? Did she even know him at all?
Worst of all, did Marinette?
Marinette was head over heels in love with Adrien and anyone could see that Chat Noir was completely in love with Ladybug. Alya didn’t want to see her friend get hurt by asking Adrien out and she really didn’t want to see Marinette accidentally hurt the love of her life by rejecting Chat Noir. But there really wasn’t anything she could do, aside from tell them both what idiots they were and she really wasn’t ready for that conversation.
“Marinette, if I found out Chat Noir’s secret identity, would you want me to tell you?” Alya had asked her friend one day as they did homework.
“Chat Noir?” Marinette had replied in confusion. “What happened to your Ladybug hunt?”
“Just answer,” Alya had whined.
“I mean, I guess not,” the dark haired girl had answered. “He has his right to privacy. I’m sure if Ladybug and Chat Noir wanted their secret identities to be public knowledge, they already would be.”
So that conversation had not gotten her anywhere and there was no way that she was going to talk to Adrien while she was still reeling from her newfound knowledge. Hopefully those two didn’t do anything that couldn’t be taken back before she could figure out how to let the in on each other’s secrets.
Well, nothing was going to change today, anyway.