A short while later, Nino and Alya arrived together at the Dupain-Cheng residence. At the door, Marinette greeted them with a smile and invited them inside.

From across the street, a certain tall, blonde, bespectacled figure peeked from behind a tree, deciding to wait a few minutes before making his own entrance.

"It looks like your girlfriend was able to tame her Wrestlemania hair after all," Plagg whispered from inside Adrien's pocket.

Adrien poked him gently with his finger. "Hush, she's not my girlfriend," he admonished.

"Oh that's right, I forgot," Plagg replied. "You already have a secret girlfriend, according to everyone's favorite international celebrity, Lila Rossi."

He rolled his eyes. "Ladybug's not my girlfriend either," he corrected him again.

Plagg poked him back. "And how did you know I meant Ladybug?"

"W-well, I-I just..." Adrien stammered, his body growing hot in spite of the crisp autumn weather. "It was implied. Anyway, we're not in a relationship."

"Not yet, you mean?" Plagg inquired with a quirked brow.

"Plagg! That's not– I mean... not that I'd mind–AUGH, wait! That's not what I meant to say!!" he whisper-shrieked as an even more intense wave of heat traveled down his torso. "Let's just go. I can't spend a bunch of time trying to figure out what kind of relationship we have, or we'll be late."

"You could always ask her tonight during patrol," Plagg suggested with an eyebrow waggle. "Unless your mouths find something more 'fun' to do instead."

Adrien let out a choked whine, covering his face with his hands. Instead of answering, he scurried down the sidewalk, trying his hardest to ignore the muffled cackles emerging from his clothes.

He rang the doorbell and waited. A few moments passed and the door opened to reveal Alya, who greeted him with a smile.

"Hey, buddy! Glad you could make it! Come on in!"

She led him upstairs to the family room, where everyone's study materials and textbooks were already spread out onto the dining table.

"Hi, Adrien!" Marinette called from the kitchen area as they walked past. "Make yourself comfortable, I'm just getting us some refreshments."

Adrien greeted her back, making sure to compliment how pretty she looked today (to which she replied with a small "EEP!!" and a flustered, stuttered, "Thank you") then he walked over to join Nino.

"Dude! Long time no see!" he said excitedly, standing up to welcome him and give him a tight hug.

Adrien chuckled as he squeezed back. "I know, right? It's been almost twenty-four hours! I was starting to go through best bro withdrawals!" He set his backpack down and began laying out his own notes and textbooks.

A few minutes passed as they chatted and got situated, but Adrien couldn't quite focus on the conversation. He was too busy casting (apparently not so furtive) glances towards the door, curiously awaiting whoever else would be attending their study group.

Sensing his restlessness, Nino asked, "Hey bro, you looking for something?"

Adrien shrugged. "Oh, I was just wondering–"

A loud clatter of pots and pans interrupted their conversation, punctuated by a loud "EEEEEK!!", and the group's heads whipped towards the kitchen in alarm.

"Marinette?" Alya asked, a worried crinkle appearing between her eyebrows.

"I'm okay!!" Marinette cried from within. "Just bumped into something and uhhh, knocked over some other stuff, no biggie!" she explained sheepishly.

Adrien turned back towards Nino and Alya. "I'll go help," he reassured them with a smile.

He walked towards the kitchen, watching Marinette as she put away the kitchenware she'd accidentally knocked out of a cabinet.

He rounded the corner of the bar countertop and called out cheerfully, "Heya!"

Marinette whirled around in surprise with a sharp yelp, accidentally stepping backwards onto a stray metal platter. Adrien watched as if in slow motion as Marinette fell backwards towards the hard tile floor.

"Mari!!"

Adrien reflexively darted forward and managed to catch her just in the nick of time, her body nearly parallel to the floor. He pulled her up gingerly, his arms firmly wrapped around her waist and back, their chests barely touching. They stared at each other as they panted, their breaths mingling together.

Marinette blinked, her cheeks a deep crimson, and she let out a small, nervous laugh. "Nice catch," she said, almost as a whisper.

Adrien let out a deep, relieved sigh. "I got lucky. Sorry I startled you."

"No, it's okay," she said as he pulled her closer and helped her stand up. "I really should pay better attention to my surroundings," she continued, rubbing her arm with a rueful expression on her face.

"You're just trying to do too much all at once, that's all. Let me help," he replied. "I can reach all the high shelves!" he offered, flexing his arms theatrically, trying to add some silliness into the awkwardness.

She blinked, then let out a small giggle, cheeks still red. "A-alright," she replied. "Uh... Why don't you pour some water into these glasses while I finish cleaning this up?"

"Sure!" he chirped happily.

Marinette smiled and resumed her task of cleaning up the fallen pots and pans. Adrien opened the refrigerator to fetch the water pitcher, then began to fill the glasses.

As he did so, he noticed there were only four glasses on the countertop. Odd. They'd need an extra one for Marinette's (former) love, wouldn't they? Were they coming alone or would there be extra people? His chest tingled with curiosity as he wondered who it could be.

Turning back towards him, Marinette said, "By the way, the water pitcher's inside the refri— oh nevermind, you already found it."

Adrien chuckled nervously, continuing to pour. He cleared his throat and changed the subject. "So how many glasses do we need?"

Marinette looked back at him with a perplexed look. "It's just the four of us today, as usual. Unless you invited someone else?"

"Uhh, no, I didn't. I just thought..."

He trailed off and froze.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Marinette had said–

...but if no one else was coming, then that meant...

No.

No way.

Was Marinette in love with Nino?? He'd had a small crush on her ages ago, but he and Alya had been together for years now. Marinette would never try to wedge herself between them, not in a million years!

Her crush couldn't be Alya either, right? Marinette had mentioned that her crush was male.

But... But that meant–

"Adrien, the water!" Marinette cried, her voice jolting him back from his thoughts.

Horrified, he realized he was still pouring water into the already-filled glass, spilling it all over the countertop.

He gasped as he realized his mistake, and set the pitcher down. "Shoot! I'm sorry, Marinette! I'll clean it up!"

He turned around to open a drawer across the way, bringing out a couple of kitchen towels to soak up the liquid.

"I kinda zoned out," he continued, wiping up the mess. "I'm really sorry, it looks like I'm only doing more harm than good in here."

"It's fine, don't worry about it. But, um..." Her face scrunched up in confusion, "How did you know that's where we kept the towels?"

Adrien's eyes grew large. Oops. Why was he so full of blunders today??

"Uhh, I've just... I've seen you open that drawer before. O-on a different day," he deflected with a shrug, obviously unable to divulge the true reason he knew his way around the Dupin-Cheng kitchen.

Marinette let out a short hmm. "Yeah, that makes sense. You must have a great memory!" She smiled with a blush and added, "Although that shouldn't surprise me; I've always known you're really smart."

Adrien forced himself to smile at the compliment, yet a cold chill ran down his spine.

"Not as smart as I should've been," he muttered, speaking about more than just spilled water.

He should have noticed. He should have known. He should have realized sooner that the sadness in her eyes was because of him.

Marinette patted his arm, which tingled under her touch. "No worries, it's just water. No harm done!" she said sweetly, her kind smile growing even wider.

But I hurt , he thought to himself. Their conversation from that day rushed back to the forefront of his mind. An indirect and cruel rejection before she ever even got the chance to confess.

He thought back to all the times they'd hung out together as civilians since that fateful day when she came home in tears after school. She'd never treated Adrien any differently after he unknowingly broke her heart. Was she that amazing an actress, or was she just that strong?

Marinette finished putting the drinks and snacks onto a serving tray and bid him to follow her to the living area, where Nino and Alya were eagerly waiting. But how would he be able to concentrate on studying after knowing he'd been the focus of Marinette's unrequited affections?

No, not affections. She'd used the word "love". She was actively trying to fall out of love with him.

He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Nevertheless, that nagging feeling stayed with him for the remainder of the study session.

(Continued in part 3)