Little Lies | Adrien A. x Fem!Reader x Male! Marinette D.

Kuro Neko

Kuro Neko

‘Your best friend needs attention.’

That has been the constant text everyone from class had been sending me these past three days.

Thanks to getting a fucking cold I've been sick in bed for the last three days. 

That means no friends. And I've barely had energy to even be on my phone. 

Which is INSANE.

I miss scrolling through 'Minterest' seeing photos of my super heros.

Adrien had also been sending text practically every thirty minutes, so when I actually got to look at my phone this afternoon it was over a fucking hundred messages!

That's actually insane.

Marin only sent about 53, asking how I was, and he practically stalks me.

But Adrien… there must be something fucking wrong with this boy.

Groaning, I went to his profile scrolling through his text. 

Handsome Dumbass:
Hey, you still alive? Because school is a wasteland without you here.

Handsome Dumbass:
Three days is cruel and unusual punishment, you know that, right? At least tell me you miss us… or me. Either works.

Handsome Dumbass:
I mean, who else am I supposed to pass notes to in chem? Ms. Mendeleiev thinks I’m actually paying attention. This is dire.

Handsome Dumbass:
Oh! And I saved you my notes… which may or may not be just doodles of your face, but hey, it’s the thought that counts?

Handsome Dumbass:
I hope you’re resting… You know you’re way more interesting than anything happening here, right?

Handsome Dumbass:
Not to be dramatic, but if you don’t text me back soon, I might actually start talking to Kim. 😐 Save me.

Handsome Dumbass:
Fine, ignore me. But I better be the first person you text when you’re back!

Yeah, I'm not gonna text that man back.

A knock on my window pulled my attention from my phone to the opening pane. 

Ladybug hopped into my room, “Y/n!” 

“Uhhh-” I didn't know we did house visits. If I had known I would have only had my cute underwear on.

Probably pranced around in it for a bit rather than the shorts and tank top I already had on. 

Another male joined him into the room.

“Meet my new partner! Chat Walker.”

My phone slipped out of my hand, crashing down onto the wooden floor.

A man wearing what is similar to Chat Noir’s suit instead had dark green hair, parted on the left with a few wild strands. The hair was tied in a short ponytail at the nape of his neck. 

He had the same eye color Chat always had. Mask black but a horizontal golden stripe across the top.

The costume looked like a dark gray 28th century military uniform with six gold paw print shaped buttons.

No bell.

“It's nice to meet you.” 

Yeah… that's Chat Noir.