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He’d jumped off a building. What had he been thinking? What if she hadn’t been able to get to him in time? He could have died. Oh, she had some choice words for her crush.
Marinette swung through the city, not stopping until she reached her destination. Her mouth had formed a firm, grim line. Her eyes barely held the worry she felt in check, tears glistening in their depths as she fought for control over her emotions. She couldn’t allow them to overflow, not yet. She had to tell him he was an idiot, then she could lose her cool. Not one second before that.
Her feet found their perch on the Agreste mansion’s roof a moment before she dropped down and knocked on the window she needed. Hanging from her yo-yo, she had the perfect view of his room, catching sight of him as he worked at his desk. Her knock had interrupted his studies, which only irked her more.
How dare he act like nothing had happened! He’d jumped off a roof, not questioning anything. He just expected she’d be able to follow and catch him, saving him from a grisly end. She almost hated him as she waited for the window to open.
“Ladybug? What are you doing here?” He smiled at her. In an uncharacteristic action, he pulled her close after helping her inside and lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “Checking up on me?”
She shoved him away from her. She couldn’t handle his teasing. She wanted to slug him, smack some sense into him. He should’ve known better than to frighten her as he’d done.
His smile disappeared. In its place was the deepest frown she’d ever seen.
Good! He needed to learn.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something?”
She looked at him, half expecting to find he’d grown two heads. He couldn’t be dense, could he? Surely not.
“You jumped off a building today. You nearly died, Adrien. What were you thinking? How could you do something so reckless? What if I hadn’t been able to catch you?” She paced his room, her hands gesturing wildly as she gave in to her anger and all the other emotions that’d been twisting inside her. She wished she could make him understand he couldn’t do things like that and not have some type of consequence.
“But you did. You caught me. I’m fine. I’m right here.” His hand reached out to touch her, but she moved away, glaring at him as if she couldn’t quite believe he was so dense.
“That’s not the point. What if you weren’t fine? What if I hadn’t caught you? What if you’d died?” The tears came back and threatened to spill down her cheeks, much as she resented their presence and tried to stop them.
“Then, it would’ve been my choice. I jumped because I trusted you, Ladybug. You haven’t let Paris down yet. You certainly haven’t let me down. I’d jump again if you asked me. I trust you to always catch me.”
She shoved him again, pushing him until he fell on his sofa.
“You’re an idiot. That makes no sense. I’m not perfect, Adrien. It was luck that saved you today, not me. If he hadn’t let me go, then you would’ve died. I couldn’t get to you.” She sucked in a breath as she felt the first trickles of tears dampen her mask and cheeks. “I could’ve lost you.”
Gentle hands pulled her until she sank next to him. He pulled her close, holding her as she cried in his arms. He held her still even after the tears had dried and her emotions had been spent.
“I’m sorry I worried you, Ladybug, but I’m not sorry for trusting you.” A soft kiss brushed her forehead as he hugged her once more.
She didn’t know how long she remained there with him, but she did know she’d never give him a reason not to trust her. She’d make sure of it.