"Thank you for coming today!"
Marinette and the rest of her family bid us goodbye－not without their famous macarons. They gave us separate boxes because they're that nice. We then rode a bus and reached our home quicker than expected.

No traffic I guess.

I felt a warm sensation on my back the moment I laid it on the soft couch that our parents just bought.

I feel tired.

Physically and emotionally.

I looked at the twins, running around as Alya chased them. I don't get it. How can Alya be a ball of sunshine all throughout the day?

I entered my room and skipped dinner. I don't feel like eating anyways. I took my phone and scrolled through my twitter feed. Nothing.

I then opened my laptop and decided to edit my blogs, both my personal and the one dedicated on criticizing chat noir.

More viewers are starting to read my blog and as usual, it's filled with his fans flooding the blog's comment section, protecting their hero from a realist's point of view.

I mean, let's be honest

Ladybug does most of the work.

What does chat noir has to offer?

...

Nothing!

Ladybug is a strong independet woman who doesn't need any man－

"How's it going...?" Alya asked, entering the room without knocking.

"Peachy."

"mhmm." Alya sat at the edge of the bed and hummed a familiar tune, "You were oddly quiet earlier－at Marinette's."

"Oh..that." She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head slightly to the left, demanding answers. "It's nothing really. I just－"

"－feel something for her that I know she won't reciprocate." Alya rolled her eyes as she mocked the words I used before. "You didn't even try, (y/n)! She could've been crushing on you right now, as we speak!"

I shook my head in disapproval, "It doesn't work that way, Alya. Besides, she's way into Adrien. There's no way that she likes me too."

"You'll never know unless you try~"

"Try what?"

"Confessing!"

"I－" I physically facepalmed at how Alya could even think of me confessing my feelings to Marinette.

"What? It worked with me and Nino."

Another facepalm. "You are a hetero. It's easier for you to confess since het couples have been normalized for centuries now.

I am bisexual, Alya. I can't just go straight to a girl and tell her how i feel. I need to consider a lot of things before doing that. She might feel weird, uncomfortable or even disgusted－but I know Marinette's way too nice to be disgusted."

Alya stood up and walked to my bedroom door, "I get it. It's not easy. Bisexual things, etc."

I stood up as well and opened the door for her, "Thank you for understanding!"

She rolled her eyes and left the room but came back and said, "Don't think about it too much, okay? Just do what you feel is right."

I nodded and pushed her out of the doorway and finally closed my bedroom door. I turned the lights off and happily threw myself onto the bed.

I felt my eyelids getting heavy as I welcomed the feeling of drowsiness when all of a sudden, a knock was heard outside my window.

I tried to ignore it so I shifted to my other side, not facing the window but the knocking did not stop. I angrily threw my blanket out of my way and walked towards the window.

"Hello, mademoiselle."

I groaned at the irritatingly flirty voice that came out from the person who decided to ruin my sleep.

Chat Noir

I placed my hands on my hip, clearly agitated at the audacity of this cat to ruin my sleep.

"What do you want?"

He did not utter a word but instead let himself inside my room... without MY permission!

"H-how dare you!"

He glanced around the room with a finger on his chin. I raised a brow at how comic-like his actions were. His face then brightened when he caught sight of my desk with an open laptop.

It all happened way too fast for my last two braincells to register what the hell is going on. All I can see is Chat doing something with my laptop.

Wait...

"So it is true," Chat's voice rung in my head, filled with mixed emotions. Disappointment? Anger?

We don't know.

I sat on the edge of my bed and took a deep breath, "What's true?"

"That you're the one who owns this blog."

"What blog?"

"The hate blog!"

"Oh..."

Truth be told, I was feeling really sleepy. Probably the reason why my mind is murky and dysfunctional.

Wait... how did he know about that?

"I have an insider."

I scoffed, "An insider. In a school for teenagers."

"Yup."

I rolled my eyes and letting my back fall onto my bed, wishing to be asleep. "Can you please go now? I need to sleep."

"Nope. I'll just wait for you to fall asleep."

I looked at him through my peripheral vision. He was sitting on my chair, the wrong way. I then raised a brow, "That's really creepy."

"You hate me for no reason! Isn't that creepy as well???!!"

I finally stood up, "At least I don't suddenly enter into someone's room!Mind you, a girl's room!"

He stood up as well, ready to lash out on me when his ring beeped, telling him it's time to go. I offered a smirk and he sighed at the unfortunate timing.

He walked towards my window and was about to jump out when he looked back giving me a sympathetic smile and shook his head right after.

...What was that all about?

The whole encounter with Chat Noir didn't leave my mind and it was enough to keep me up all night.

Questions ran around my head and sadly, I wasn't able to find my answers.

Until morning came...

"You look dead, (Y/N)" Alya's laughter irritated me more than Marinette's remark.

We we're walking our way to the bus stop and Marinette just have to make that joke.

"What we're you up to last night? I heard you talking to someone?" Alya asked, nudging Marinette's arm so she could help her extract some information.

I groaned and rubbed my eyes way too much to the point Marinette have to remove my hands away from my eyes. We finally got to ride the bus. Marinette and Alya sat together while I sat on the seat in front of them.

"You didn't answer the question."

"I'm sorry Alya I'm just really sleepy."

Alya squinted her eyes, searching for some answers (?) and plotting something out of this world.

A smirk formed on her face, a sign of my defeat. "Not that I'm eavesdropping or something... But why we're you talking to Chat Noir last night?"

Marinette gasped dramatically, creating a scene inside the bus. Alya quickly shushed her up making the blue-haired girl cover her mouth with her hands.

"I did not talk to him."

"Sure you did."

"I didn't!"

"Yes you did!"

"No I didn't!"

Marinette shook her head with a smile forming on her lips. The silly banter making her remember stupid scenes from certain movies.

"Why would Chat Noir talk to you last night though?" Her question ended the childish exchange of words coming from me and Alya.

Should I tell her?

"Well, duh! (Y/N's) hate blog has been getting a lot of attention lately."

So much for having second thoughts.

"You have a hate blog," Marinette spared me a glance and cocked her head sideways, "for who..?"

I was about to tell her that it isn't necessarily a hate blog but Alya－"for Chat Noir!"

Marinette's eyes widen and immediately morphed into confusion. Alya's eyes rolled, "Where were you when the whole school was gossiping about it?"

It was my turn for my eyes to grow wide, "THE WHOLE SCHOOL?!"

Alya nodded and signalled the driver to stop the bus as we caught sight of the school's entrance.

How did people know it was me? I did not expose my face, identity, or any evidence of me owning that damn blog. I created that out of boredom and it became a hotspot for my and others' unpopular opinions about Chat Noir.

It. Isn't. A. Hate. Blog.

We were walking inside the campus and into our assigned class when a familiar face walked up to us, leaving Marinette a panicking mess.

"It's Adrien!" Marinette turned to us and whispered shouted, panicking as the golden boy is approaching us.

I snickered, "Thanks for stating the obvious, Marinette."

"Do I look good? Do I smell good? Does my breath stinks? (Y/N) please smell it for me."

It was Alya's turn to snicker which turned into a series of laughter, "That is so fucking weird Marinette."

"I would love to but maybe in another timeline."

"Huh?"

Adrien was exactly in front of us when Alya was still laughing uncontrollably and Marinette is still panicking. I just want to hold her hand right then and there to make her feel okay, to tell her that it's okay.

"H-hey A-adrien." Marinette awkwardly waved at him and he waved back, without the awkwardness of course.

"Hey Marinette," Adrien offered a smile, "Alya," a nod, "(Y/N)," and a little bit of both.

We said our greetings and of course, Marinette had to stutter and enter a state where she's just staring at the poor boy.

"Can I talk to you, (Y/N) for a second."

"Huh?" Marinette suddenly spoke as she left her trancelike state. "D-don't you want to talk to me too?"

I pursed my lips and looked at the ground. Of course she's jealous. Adrien gave him nothing but hellos, goodbyes and a black umbrella. And to see her friend, who have nothing to do with Adrien, get a chance to talk to him for just a little bit of time, might irk her a little bit.

Definitely not a little bit...

Little did I know, I was getting pulled away from our little group by Adrien into a less crowded area. I scanned the area and we were outside the campus, but not a little bit too far from the inside. Few people were around, busy with their own world.

I placed my hands on my hips, an action I commonly do when I'm trying to force someone to start talking. "What do you want to talk about that clearly needs me to be away from my friends?"

Adrien's shoulder slumped and his lips were , "I didn't know that you'll be cold to me as well."

"What? I'm not cold to anybody."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm－" I sighed as I realized where this is going,"I'm not having this type of conversation. If you have nothing else to say, then I'm out."

"Okay but hear me out－"

I looked at my wristwatch and saw ten minutes. I'm feeling a little bitchy today. "You have one minute."

"Okay," He took a deep breath and pulled out his phone and showed me what seems like my blog. "You own this blog, right?"

I nodded. There's no point in denying. Everyone in school probably knows about it already.

"What would you do if Chat Noir found out about it?"

I shrugged, "He knows about it already."

He awkwardly coughed, "Oh um, right."
Adrien cleared his throat, "In that case, would you change anything about it? The content....everything??"

I shook my head, "No, not really."

"Why?"

"...Why would I?"

"Good question."

I smirked at him, "I know."

"Have I told you that you're smart?"

I raised a brow at the compliment, "No..." Adrien nodded, indifferent about it. Indifferent about the fact that this is our first conversation.

And it's about Chat Noir and my blog.

I rolled my eyes and walked away. Clearly, this is a waste of my time. I should be hanging out with Alya and Marinette if it weren't for this blonde boy.

"What if I tell you－" I glanced back and saw the boy following me. I quickened my pace but he was way faster than me so now we're walking side by side.

I rolled my eyes, there's no escape, "Tell me what?"

"That Chat Noir isn't what you make him out to be. That he isn't a good-for-nothing human that you think he is."

I stopped in my tracks and made eye contact with Adrien and saw something glisten in his eyes. Hope? Hope that I will probably change my mindset on the black cat? And of course, I'm quick to shut down that little bit of hope, "It probably doesn't matter anyway. I still have my beliefs."

I then continued walking. I turned to the left, hoping that he would stop following me but I realized that we were classmates.

"Beliefs that go way deeper than him leaving you alone on the rooftop?"

I stopped in my tracks and gave him a piece of my attention, "How did you know about that?"

Adrien smirked and crossed his arms across his chest, "I'm the insider Chat Noir is talking about." He said proudly. "And I'm here to change your opinions about him."

Me being me, I returned the smirk he gave, "A person doing his work for him?" I snickered, "Another reason to hate him."

Adrien blinked rapidly and tilted his head slightly to the right, confused. I giggled at the reaction but shook my head right after.

I walked away with confidence while coming up some ideas on how to publish a post about Adrien being the insider.

"Let the games begin."

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a/n: a slightly longer chapter. definitely tiring to write but i hope you guys like it.

i appreaciate questions but some questions wouldnt be answered especially the ones that have a big role in the story (i.e why does she hate him so much).

goodmorning/good afternoon/good evening!