Marinette was on high alert as she walked through the hall of Francis Dupont. Her Omega scent was partly obscured. Was it the meditations finally doing their job? Prehaps it was the shirt with his scent that she just so happen to be persuaded to wear for school? Or the fact that she had sex?

"Deep breath in. Deep breath out." Marinette repeated as she stood by her locker. She had only received dirty looks from a few Alphas females and that was fine. She rather have that instead of Adrien's fanbase finding out. Or anyone finding out until Adrien and her figured things out. Until they sat down and talked all this through.

"Good morning, Prin- MARinette." Adrien stumbled over his words trying to act as if everything was perfectly okay. WHEN IT CLEARLY WASN'T.

Alya went to greet her best friend of whom was unusually early with her signature: "Heyyy... girl?" Her greeting turned into more of a question when she got a whiff of familiar Alpha pheromones lurking on her bestie.

That smell mixed with Adrien posing himself in a very dominant position over Marinette. His bandaged right hand on the closed locker door next to Marinette. Him leaning over her just enough to make passerbys thinking there was something more between them. Or that he decided to publicly claim the only Omega in the school as his.

She held her books and looked like a mouse caught by a cat. A cat that had been trying very hard to hunt her down. As she was a harder prey to catch then he thought. "Marinette!" Alya gleamed shoving Adrien away as she did not want to know what had gotten into him. Even though she had a few guesses.

"ALYA!" He was annoyed that she pushed him to the side to get to Marinette.

"So, Mari-" Alya noticed that her shirt was obviously to big. 'A pajama shirt?' She questioned as occasionally Marinette woke up late and forgot to change. "-nette? I have a spare shirt in my locker."

"You don't like Marinette's shirt?" Adrien questioned a bit offended as he thought Marinette looked... claimed.

"I know baggy clothes are in but girl, come on. This is wayyy over done."

Marinette nodded her head agreeing with Alya but her instincts would not let her part with it. "Thanks, but I  will be fine for today." She smiled before itching the top of her collar.
A collar that did not bother her before.

Alya slapped Marinette's hand. "DON'T PICK AT IT."

"I can't help it." She had kept the darn thing on for two days straight and was regreting not letting her neck breath. It was for the best as her and Adrien would of had nothing but regrets if it came off.

Alya raised an inquisitive eyebrow before grabbing her friend's face and lifting it. "Are these bite marks?" Teeth marks evident on the collar, some nearly breaking through. She glared at Adrien who was bracing himself to get punched by Alya. "AGRESTE!"

Marinette grabbed Alya's fist before it made contact with Adrien's arm. "Not that I'm against you punching Adrien, and all. But this is my fault."

Marinette then realized that the only one that had the right to be angry in this situation was her. As Alya knew all this time who ChatNoir was. "AND HOW DARE YOU?!"

Alya cocked her head in confusion. "How dare I what?"

"HIM!" Marinette tried to signal that she now knew that he was ChatNoir.
"Being you know."

Adrien's eyes widen. "What how do you know Alya knows?"  He felt like he stacked too many pieces together and now they were all tumbling down.

'Ladybug is going to be livid.' She made him swear to keep his identity a secret. She made Rena Rouge and Carapace swear the same thing or else their Miraculous would be revoked permanently. Alya broke the vow, the promise and included Marinette. SO DID HE. He gulped thinking that he could lessen the blow with the candies Ladybug raved about. Or jewelry. Or a bouquet of flowers. Or all of the above.

Alya's face widen with a devious grin. "Ohhh... so only... Marinette that's just mean." She then answered Adrien's inquiry as she was now up to date that the identity reveal was one sided. "Keep a secret from my bestie, I think not."

"So, I'm the mean one now?" Marinette laughed as Alya was prepared to punch Adrien only moments ago.

Nino raised his brow at the trio. Marinette had her hands on her hips, he was thinking that Alya and Adrien had gotten into a fight that Marinette had to break up. He did not understand the urge Alphas had to fight each other. The sub-sex of Alphas were lower in numbers and fighting one another off was not going help.

"Nino, do you like Marinette's shirt?" Adrien asked as he watched Marinette roll her eyes. For Adrien, the shirt was a topic of importance.

"Dude, ain't that your's from yesterday?"

"I had one like it but, it has recently gone missing." He smirked only being given a sharp glare from Marinette.

Marinette wanted him to stop making such a fuss of her wearing his shirt to school. As he was starting to sound like a little kid going on and on about a trophy he won. She hoped her piercing glare was a warning enough to tread lightly.  As she could easily seek revenge as Ladybug.
Maybe, she'll be throwing him of a skyscraper? Wrap him in bubble wrap during an akuma attack? Ask him to choose between Marinette and Ladybug? Okay, so maybe the last one was a little too harsh. Even for payback.

Alya's jaw dropped. 'HOW DID I MISS IT? Did really think this was just pajamas? That she might of been copying some sort of trend? Not her flipping her shit and stealing his stuff, AGAIN.'

Marinette had stolen and hoarded random things of Adrien's. Pencils, erasers, notes, umbrellas, and other random items. The weirdest being a discarded poem. A discarded, unfinished poem that she mistaken to be for her, for Marinette Dupain-Cheng. As who else had bluebell eyes?  The answer of course being her Alter ego, Ladybug.

To lose to yourself, was a conundrum that she fond herself drowning in. As Adrien Agreste probably wanted an Alpha girl. Someone that would live up to his father's standards. To pass on the Alpha gene. A gene that she didn't carry.

But Ladybug was an Alpha. Strong, brave, beautiful, smart, confident. She believed that she still was these things as Marinette except for confident. As she resorted to shrinking into herself and inaudible stutters. Was it to much to ask for her to be exactly like her Alter ego, out of costume?

Alya blinked rapidly trying to gain together the revaluation as it certainly explain the pheromones. It also unfortunately explained why Adrien was wearing a red hoodie that red: 'Physically I'm Here. Mentally I am fighting Akumas with Ladybug and ChatNoir.'

Marinette was a fan of how ironic that shirt was for Adrien to wear now that she was aware of his circumstances. She bit her lip tempted to mess up his styled hair. She knew if Adrien were to rough up his hair just like it was when he was ChatNoir it would somehow complete the look.

Adrien moved a strand of Marinette's bangs as similar to him it had difficulty deciding what to choose. Right or left? Marinette or Ladybug? "Why are looking at me like that?"

"Hmmm? Like what?" She just wanted to thread her fingers through his hair, nothing more nothing less. She found her cheeks warming up exposing herself as liar. The feeling of his fingers gently grazing her forehead made her gulp. She wanted to go back to their morning together.  To pretend that they didn't have responsibilities and just be them but together. "N-n-nevermind, I don't think I want to know."

"Well, now I have to tell you."

"No, you really don't." She attempted to laugh it off before she blew off two VERY different things. One being school and the other.... "We need to keep separated. If I want to survive."

"Oh, so you are just going to throw me away, after everything you put through." He put his right hand over his heart.  Pretending that he was wounded by her decision. A decision that he would agree was quite smart but he could pass up the opportunity to rile her up.

"I don't want to get expelled just because I couldn't keep my hands off of a cute boy."

Adrien rubbed his face then covered his mouth trying to hide how her calling him 'cute' made him feel. 'Thump' 'Thump' it was impossible to focus on anything unless it involved her. 'I HATE SCHOOL' As he too was wishing to rewind. To stay and let their lips collide. To fight for unforseenable, delicious, wonderful circumstances.

Alya questioned herself where Marinette's sudden confidence came from. 'Harnessing her inner Ladybug?' "GIRL." A mix of shock and awe as Marinette was holding nothing back. Making her pinning very evident and Alya was afraid that Adrien could not handle it. If he could not handle it now what would he be like if he knew? Knew ALL of Marinette's secrets? The good, the bad, and the Ladybug.

Alya put her hands on her hips giving Marinette a small lecture. "I am telling you now that I am not going to intervene. If you're going to do something stupid, like I don't know, FLIRT with him then you better be willing and ready to fuck, ChatNoir."

Alya thought that using the name of Adrien's alter ego would persuade Marinette from making stupid brash decisions. Alya knew Adrien was already stressed by everything else he didn't need a little vixen pulling his strings.

"Honestly Alya that's how I got into this situation."

Nino laughed as Marinette had such a smug look on her face. She wanted a moment where she didn't have to be ashamed for her actions. She had slept with Teen Magizines top two most hottest Teens. Of who just happened to be the same guy.

Alya stared blankly at her friend thinking that indeed Marinette flipped her shit. She wanted to be excited, celebrate even. However, Marinette was supposed to be the voice of reason, not act on impluses. Not act on animalistic urges. Not succumb to the heat of the moment.

"You, two had what now?"

"Adrien and I had-" Before Marinette could finish her sentence Adrien covered up Marinette's mouth. He couldn't hear her actually admit that they did the dead. That they had sex. He knew it was a fact. That's what they did but he couldn't hear her announce it.

"We did things." Adrien took a deep breath trying to cool himself before everything mixing in his mind just got clouded over. "Had relations. You know typical teenager stuff."

Nino shook his head at his best friend who couldn't say the world sex. "Dude... you guys hooked up, it was bound to happen."

Adrien eyes darted around. He feared that she would over hear. 'DAMN IT!' He cursed thinking that his decision was Marinette. But admitting that he had sex with Marinette to his friends felt like he was bragging about cheating. 'I'm not even dating her!' "I am not dating Marinette, either."

Marinette smiled softly in reply. "Okayy... then." She wasn't offended as they hadn't discussed what this was. It might of just been a fluke on his part.

Adrien could not read Marinette's face. She was not upset. "Mari...I its.. it's... I don't know what we are." He wanted to shoo Alya and Nino away even though he knew they would stay in hearing distance. To pry in his and Marinette's private matters.

"It's okay, I didn't expect you to be my boyfriend or anything. So, I guess it will be our little secret. You, me, and them two."

Adrien wanted to tell her what was going inside his head but did want to break her heart. To tell her that he would always love someone who would never love him back. A scenario that she had too much experience with.

'RING' 'RING'

"Saved by the bell." She winked before heading to her first class. She did not know if she was or would be okay but she could pretend to be. She was good at that.
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Adrien slumped his head in his hand as Ms Mendeleiev went on about the power house of the cell. Humdrum stuff compared to his dilemma. He got jabbed in the side by Ms Mendeleiev's assistant.

"Pay attention."

Luka Couffiane, a college student providing assistance to the science classes. He even helped tutor a few struggling students. Adrien had thought about asking for Luka's help in tutoring Marinette but he couldn't.

Black hair with dyed ends, black nails, a little taller then Adrien, eyeliner, and a soothing voice that was the topic of conversation of the girls in the class. They would ask him for help even if they didn't need any. 'To play stupid for a boy.'

Adrien sighed. 'To play stupid for a girl.' He did that so many times as ChatNoir to pretend he didn't know how to fasten knots so they wouldn't loosen. To get in situations where Ladybug's hands travel up and down his body as she prepared him for some utterly ridiculous trap.

"Adrien, this is going to be on tomorrow's quiz." Luka whispered knowing that Ms Mendeleiev would be furious if she knew he revealed that there was going to be a pop quiz tomorrow.

"Hmmm...." Adrien began to scribble things in his notebook. Nothing that pertained to the slideshow on the Smartboard. He knew he would ace the quiz as he had already learned this when he was homeschooled. AP Biologly just an easy A. He didn't have to study or pay attention just wait for the quizzes, test, exams, and occasionally being called on if he slept or put his head down.

Ms Mendeleiev believed in humility and he could tell it was more embarrassing on her part when her plans failed. He occasionally wished that she was Hawkmoth. At least he would be able to take uninterrupted naps during second period.

He hated how Marinette ignored him for the entirety of first period. Not making an effort to share the textbooks or even consider his insight on their project. It was supposed to be THEIR project. But she ignored him as he stared hoping that she'd say something.

She only itched her collar peeling it slightly down. 'Am I that afraid of our secret coming out?' He bit his tongue until the taste of copper filled his mouth. He wanted the urges to go away. That's what they were supposed to do once an Alpha had sex. Weren't they?

The class period felt like an eternity debating whether he had enough control of himself. Whether or not he was going to tear off that 'cone of shame' and take claim. 'Do you want the whole class to watch?'

Watch him ignore all reasoning and sink his canines into the back of her neck. Hearing her call his name as they bonded before being struck by the curses that came with their sub-sex. Taking her as his. Not caring what label she came with or what the consequences would be. Just unbridled passion. Something he always imagined doing to Ladybug in a lot more appropriate setting then Miss Bustier's classroom.

He banged his head on the table as he feared that he would trigger a rut with his fantasies. "Stupid..." He groaned as he hated himself.

It was his fault for letting her wear his shirt. It was his fault for letting her lips graze his. It was his fault for de-transforming. It was his fault for blindly following Ladybug.

He wanted to ask her why she sent him to aid Marinette. Or at least ask if he could borrow the Rabbit Miraculous. To go back in time before he ruined his beloved friendship. To a time where Marinette did not know he was ChatNoir. To a time before he found out she was an Omega. To prevent himself from crossing boundaries.

But he knew if he did, he would still be in possession of his memories. Remembering what was. And Ladybug would never allow him to abuse the power of a Miraculous for his own selfish needs. To wash away everything that once was.

'Can't they just be the same person? It would be so much easier.' He thought. He had seen Ladybug and Marinette together when Ms Mendeleiev was akumatized into Kwami Buster, one of Hawkmoth's more ill compiled villains.  'Whatever I am feeling for Marinette isn't friendship. Only if she was in this class as well.'

Adrien sighed as he looked out the window hoping staring at the bright blue sky was easier then solving his girl problems. 'REALLY AGAIN?' He questioned noticing an usually high flock of birds heading towards the school. Birds that he knew with absolute certainy were pigeons.

It was nearly impossible to get out of Ms Mendeleiev's class at moment. He had to wait until the Akuma alarm sounded. He could not raise his had and say that he needed to go to the bathroom as she did not trust him on coming back. Even if he claimed it was an emergency.

His leg shook impatiently as he watched intensly as the flock came closer and closer. 'Who is he after this time?' As with Mr. Ramier it was anyone who had ill-will towards pigeons. 'Kinda hope it's me, I would like a distraction.'