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Dear Future Me,
Hello, apparently my name is Adrien Agreste and just recently I found out I'm a cat themed superhero who saves Paris daily with my amazing girlfriend. My girlfriend, my amazing and incredible girlfriend, she goes by the name Ladybug (you'll know because her bug thinggy is a literal ladybug creature, note: do not call her a thing)...
Sorry future me, this message is pretty short and I wish o could tell you more, our phone is dying and I pray that we don't forget again.
But one thing's for sure, I don't need any memory to know I love Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
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Ps. Oh no, she's not my girlfriend after all, we werent supposed to know our identities.. The hell? That sucks. Hopefully I'll remember this later, call me selfish. Also you are reading too right? I'll leave it up to you future me! Assuming that this message reaches you.
Pps. Apparently our transform phrase is 'claws out!'
Ppps. Ladybug's transformation is so beautiful.
Pppps. She just kissed me, I love that girl.
Ppppps. I'm going after her, I can't stay he...
Adrien stared. He stared very hard at screen of his charged phone. His mind was still catching up to what he was reading, eyebrows scrunched as if he were decoding a problem. In the eerie silence of his room he can hear Plagg snickering and an utter of 'finally'. He concentrates again on the hastily written message, the last sentence was cut and that's were his last autosave ended. His phone had died at this last sentence. This message to himself, to his current self from his Oblivio-self.
Then it all clicked into place as the cogs in his mind suddenly worked like a well-oiled clock.
"OH MY GOD!"
He finally screams.
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And so Adrien Agreste finds himself in a catatonic state, staring up the ceiling whilst collapsed on his bed. Head spinning as the active parts of his brain started to connect every dot--spot!--of the enigma that is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
His Princess.
His Lady.
She has always had his back in every battle. He never would have guessed she was just right behind him all this time.
"Plagg."
The Kwami is startled by the sudden call, hecwas content letting Adrien simmer it down and find his pace again. He put down his 23rd wedge of Camembert.
Destruction answered, "Yeah?"
"How dense am I?"
Plagg started snickering again, unable to contain it at all. "Oh boy.."
Adrien glares at him, he was not having it. The young Agreste was not in the mood to skirt around stuff today. "Just answer the damn question." His father would probably ground him if he could have heard that.
"Okay, okay." Plagg grinned wickedly in return, not at all phased with the boy's shortened temper. "Well if there was a guinea pig--wachamacallit, world records thing over obliviousness, you'd win in a heartbeat."
"Guinness World Record."
"Yeah!" Plagg tapped his paws on his chin thoughfully. "That's the thinggie!"
Adrien returns to look up at the cieling.
It all comes back to him. All the times Plagg tried to subtly push his affections at Marinette. The sly furball, he was trying to actually help. Affection and frustration melded into one, he knew fully well why Plagg can't say a word about her identity, it was the rules.
But he still wanted to ask.
"Plagg," He looks back up at his Kwami. "If you could, would you have told me who she was?"
Plagg scoffs, the answer was easy. "Of course, it would've shut you up. Sadly that's not the case, as extra precaution we Kwamis are sworn to secrecy. A spell prevents me to say her name."
Oh that explains a lot.
At least he knows now, Plagg is at least on his side after all. No matter how crass he could be.
Then one last dilemma to worry about.
It was a school night.
Tomorrow he's gonna have to go to school.
He's gonna have to get into class.
A class with Ladybug.
A class where Ladybug sat right behind him.
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Hours into the evening, he found that sleep was gonna be hard.
...
Or near impossible.
To be continued...
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