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Adrien tried to do the romantic gesture Kagami had hinted at earlier when she has brushed her finger across his lip, but when he attempted it it didn't quite feel right. He liked Kagami, he really did, but something felt off about this interaction with her... this context. He couldn't put a finger on it until he caught sight of Marinette out of the corner of his eye.
And then he was confused again. He wanted to follow Marinette as she walked along the line of friends, but he also didn't know why he wanted to do that. So instead he stayed where he was, sitting next to Kagami, sharing a half-hearted conversation.
Marinette held a similar headspace as she sat listening to Luka's song, one written specifically for her. She liked Luka, she really did, and it wasn't that she was in love with Adrien, she wasn't sure if that was true either anymore. But as she thought about either of them, a third person kept entering her head, a certain leather-clad cat-themed superhero.
That night, at her desk, Marinette resumed her latest pass-time of sitting in front of the miracle box, her miracle box. She was the guardian after all.
"Tikki, how am I supposed to do this?" she asked her faithful red Kwami.
"Just think about everything Master Fu trained you for, he knew you could handle this responsibility, Marinette, and I do too,"
"Thanks, Tikki, but I think I have a lot to learn on my own from now on,"
"I'm always here for you if you need me, Plagg too,"
"I'm glad I can always count on you,"
"Of course, what's a Kwami for," Tikki giggled, giving her best friend's cheek a hug.