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They knew. They both knew! Marinette might have been worried at first about when this might happen, but now she couldn't be happier. Cat Noir was Adrien. Adrien was Cat Noir. It was still a little weird, a little strange, but they talked and talked and when they stopped talking they texted, and here Marinette was spinning around her room a half hour before she usually got up because she couldn't wait to go to school and see him.
Marinette took a little extra time to pick out her outfit and do her makeup, all the while softly humming to herself or chatting with Tikki who had lectured the both of them that they needed to be careful now that their identity was known to each other, but otherwise seemed very happy for the two of them. Adrien’s kwami on the other hand just seemed smug, but Marinette hadn’t gotten around to ask Adrien exactly why. There had been so many better things to talk about up until now.
Not known for her gracefulness when excited or flustered it was not Sabine’s fault she looked so stunned as her daughter danced down the stairs from her room. When asked why she was in such a good mood Marinette comments were about looking forward to going to school. At this point Sabine was fairly sure someone had spirited away her child and replaced her with a doppelganger.
Try though she might, she couldn’t get any better sense of why Marinette was in such high spirits, but as she said farewell to her child Sabine was glad to see her daughter so happy. Later, as she went down to the bakery, her husband would insist their daughter was in love, but that was silly, she had her crush on that sweet Adrien boy after all.
Alya was greeted at the front of the school with a big hug that nearly knocked them both to the ground. Alya always enjoyed Marinette’s antics and knew that today was going to be extra fun if judging from her best friend’s behavior. She was not however prepared for what happened next.
When Marinette and Alya crossed the doorway into the room there were four or five conversations going on as the rest of their classmates started to settle in before class started. Marinette’s eyes went to a familiar spot, as a very familiar blond head suddenly turned her way.
Nino was a little put out since Adrien just stopped in the middle of his sentence to look at Marinette. Nino knew something was up the moment Adrien had walked up the steps of the school, but he hadn’t foreseen that Adrien’s extraordinary mood and lapses of wool gathering were due to their friend, but Nino thought to himself this was a good development!
Or so Nino thought.
“Marinette,” Adrien called out as he vaulted over the table he'd been sitting at. Vaulted! Marinette was moving to meet him and when he landed she was standing in front of him grinning ear to ear.
“Good morning Adrien,” she greeted clearly. She didn't seem shocked by Adrien's action one bit. Alya was, so was Nino, but Marinette seemed to be taking it in strive instead of stammering in surprise.
In fact, the whole class was surprised. All the other conversations in the room had ceased. Everyone’s attention was at the front of the class.
“You’re looking lovely as always,” Adrien told her, not once looking anywhere but at her.
Finally, finally Marinette had a normal reaction. She blushed deeply at the comment from her long time crush. Then everything went stange again as she spoke. “You cleaned up nicely yourself this morning.”
By this point they were grasping each other’s hands, smiling at each other, oblivious to the trauma they’d caused to everyone else in the room. Trauma mainly because bets were going to have to be settled, but this hadn’t been on the books. Max was already getting a headache just trying to mentally plot out the numbers. Sabrine wanted to give up on life as she put her head in her hands, ready for the headache that was to come. Kim had no idea how to win in this situation, nor did Alix. Rose wasn't concerned with the bets, the ship had sailed and she was all but melting. The only reason she had structure was because Juleka was holding her. Nathanael looked down at his sketch book, frowning as he ripped out pages. He would have to rework his drawings now. Ivan looked at Mylène, who gave him a secret smile back. Alya and Nino kept looking at each other, then their best friends then back to each other again.
“What the hell is going on with you two?” Chloè finally asked the question no one wanted to ask, afraid to break the spell. Surprisingly the spell wasn’t broken even as they broke eye contact with each other to turn to look at their blonde classmate mildly.
“Well,” Adrien started, then glanced at Marinette who nodded very slightly. “We’re sort of dating now.”
For one whole minute the class was so silent you could hear a pin drop, or at least the stifled snickering of a kwami. The next minute the class exploded into questions. Mostly of them of the “when did this happen?” variety. All the while Adrien and Marinette looked at each other in amusement, which did not help the deteriorating temper of their classmates.
In all likelihood answers, if not blood, would have been demanded of the two of them if Ms. Bustier hadn't entered the classroom and called for everyone to settle down and go to their seats. With only a slight grumble of resistance the class did so, including the new lovebirds. However before Adrien sat down and Marinette moved to her seat, he lifted her hand he had continued to hold and placed a kiss on it.
It took their poor teacher another ten minutes to return order to her classroom.