I'm Your Temporary Ladybug! (Cat Noir x Reader)

Talks

(Y/n)'s p.o.v

Right now it is the weekend and I am with Marinette at Luka's house along with Alya and Nino who I have now been properly introduced to. At the moment now Marinette is being hounded by Alya about questions and why I was not introduced sooner.

"Is she always like that?" I question sitting beside Nino who could only nod his head yes.

"She means well, but things can sometimes get a little out of hand when it comes to secrets. Plus to be honest I am kind of wondering why Marinette kept you a secret for this long. You are pretty chill." Nino says as I hand him a soda along with Luka who says a small thanks. But before anything else could be said there was an ear splitting screech coming from the room Marinette and Alya were in as me and the boys flinched back with worried looks on our faces.

"Um, Luka, any chance there is something in the room that can make Marinette scream like a banshee?" I ask a bit loudly since I was trying to regain my sense of hearing along with my little kwammi.

"Not that I know of. Has she ever shrieked that loud around you before?" Luka asks as he was rubbing his ears too, while Nino put on his headphones and turned his music up to full blast as a look of defeat came over his face. I honestly think Marinette made the poor boy deaf since both me and Luka could hear the music coming from his headphones while it seems like he heard nothing.

But soon enough the room to which the girls were in, the door was pushed open dramatically as Marinette came running towards me and started to shake my shoulders back and forth shouting words but I could not understand any of what she was saying since my hearing was not completely back yet and I was becoming dizzy.

"Marinette stop! You are going to kill the poor girl!" Alya shouts as she removes me from Marinette's hold as now I was seeing three of everything.

"I know one of you is the real one, but could one of you three please explain why you were shaking me like a madman?" I ask as Luka comes up behind me and helps me stand up along with Alya.

"ADRIEN WANTS YOU TO COME TO HIS HOUSE!" Marinette shouts catching all of us off guard.

"You know Adrien?" Nino asks me confused as I was now only seeing two as the boy looked to me for an answer.

"I have met him, yes. We started talking more ever since the skating rink. Well that is if we see each other.  We never really exchanged numbers. Plus the other day he happened to be in my neighborhood and-"

"Why was he where you live? His schedule does not have any activities or events in that area! I should know!" Marinette shouts making all of us look at her now with either worry, or confusion as to why she knows his schedule and where he is at. I was more on the worried side and I think Luka was as well. "I-I m-mean, I am just worried for a fellow classmate! That is all." I did not exactly believe what she was saying.

"Well why does Adrien want (Y/n) to go to his house?" Nino asks curiously since the odds are Alya knows why since she was in the same room but the rest of us do not know.

"No idea honestly. All that the text said was, could you please tell (Y/n) to come over to my house today." Alya says proving my theory right.

"M-maybe I should go with you! I know the way to his house!" Marinette says with a smile on her face, but something felt off about this situation. She was here to spend time with her boyfriend and the other couple that I just met today. Why was she jumping at the opportunity to go and see Adrien? I mean I get she used to have a crush on him, but she has a boyfriend now. She should not be just as desperate to see him like she was before she was dating Luka.

And I could tell that this was bothering Luka. He could wear his smile all he wanted, but the look in his eyes spoke thousands of words that would never be said. I kind of felt bad for him in that sense. I mean before Alya and Nino arrived, the two were talking about maybe going on the hunt for André the ice cream man to have sweet hearts ice cream, but I think it is fair to say that that idea has been thrown out the window.