Kagami slammed the door and stormed to the elevator.

Ding

The elevator door opened and revealed a very wobbly Nino.

"Hey Kagami! You going home? Let me guess you've grounded Adrien for being a naughty boy!" Nino waved his finger in front of her and started laughing. He'd had quite a bit to drink that night and tended to lose his common sense when inebriated.

"Piss off, Nino!" She stormed passed him pushing him out the way and into the elevator.

Nino stood outside his room attempting to find his key. He was humming merrily to himself. He'd had a great night and met a great girl, and life was great ... and Adrien seems to have given Kagami the shove which is great. Life was great! Did he already say that?

"By the way, Nino," he snapped his head round to where Kagami was standing holding back the doors to the elevator.

"Tell Adrien he hasn't got away lightly!" She threatened.

"With you gone I'm sure he's as light as a feather." Said Nino, turning back to the door.

Did I just say that? Nino thought to himself squirming.

Suddenly his face met Kagami's fist.

"I never did like you, Nino!" She stormed back to the elevator and exited the building. If Hawkmoth was still around she was quite certain she would of been akumatised ... again!

Holding his face, Nino knocked on the door. Adrien opened it and winced. "Kagami?"

"For a short girl she has one hell of a right hook." Nino stepped in and Adrien shut the door behind him. He went and grabbed his friend an ice pack as Nino sat on the sofa.

"Put this on it." Adrien had already changed into his pyjamas. He came and sat next to Nino on the sofa. Nino smacked him on the back.

"You are one dark horse, Agreste." Adrien covered his face with his hands and put his head back over the sofa.

"I don't know what's got into me!" Adrien replied.

"I do," Adrien looked at Nino curiously, how did he know?

"You do?"

"Yep! Nino knows all." Nino tried to tap his head, but missed and poked himself in his black eye. Adrien found it rather amusing.

"Then spill my friend ..."

Coughing Nino stood up, ice pack still on his eye, and presented the information to Adrien.

"Number 1 you went to the ball and found the hottest babe who ever existed in the history of the world. Proceeding to get up close and personal on the dance floor,"

"Correct," Adrien nodded and Nino held up a second finger.

"Number 2 you went outside and talked to said girl and I'm guessing she's the sweetest girl who ever existed."

"Correct again."

"Now number 3 is based off this new bad boy Agreste. You made out with said girl and finally had your first real kiss." Adrien's cheeks went pink.

"Wowah dude! You did? How was it?"

"Out of ten?" Adrien queried.

"Sure"

"A thousand!" Adrien groaned at the reminder of her lips on his and his hand on her thigh.

"Ok stay with me ... little Adrien does not need to make an appearance at the moment." A snort of laughter came from a cupboard in the kitchen.

"What was that?" Asked Nino.

"What?" Replied Adrien. He knew exactly what, or should he say who, that noise came from. Nino was drunk so hopefully he could just brush it off as nothing.

"Never mind. Where was I? Arrrgghh yes! Number 7. You realised you have been a bit of a shit and needed to break up with Kagami. However, the real reason is you want to get your jig on with this new chick? What's her name?"

Adrien shifted uncomfortably not knowing where to look. He answered Nino in a quiet voice. "I don't know!"

"You don't know? What do you mean you don't know? You had a Goddess in your arms, and by the sounds of it also in your mouth, for most of the night and you don't even know her name? What's wrong with you?"

"She wanted to leave it to fate. I thought it was a cute idea."

Nino sighed and waved his hands at Adrien. The dude really was oblivious. Nino walked into his room and collapsed on his bed hoping his dreams would be filled with the foxy lady he got up close and personal with at the ball.

Adrien sighed standing up. He locked the dorms door, turned out the lights and made his way to his room. He grabbed his phone and found the photo from earlier that night.

Meanwhile in the girls dorm Marinette was already in bed. Tikki rested next to her on her pillow and they grinned at each other.

"Was he a good kisser?" Tikki asked. Marinette rolled onto her back covering her eyes with her arm.

"It was so magical, Tikki." The two laughed together. Marinette pulled up the picture Alya had sent her and sighed.

A sound came from her phone indicating a message from an unknown number. Frowning she opened the message.

Goodnight sweet Princess. I hope fate brings us together soon, but until that happens you will be in all my dreams. Love, your Prince xxx

Marinette saved his number to her phone and added the picture of the two of them to her contact list.

"Sleep well, my Prince." She said to herself.

That night she fell asleep smiling, dreaming of her Prince and who that boy behind the mask might be.

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Marinette walked into her class with a huge smile on her face. Life was great. She had great friends, a great family, a scholarship to the best fashion university in Paris and she had her first real kiss last night. There's only one thing that could wipe the smile off her face and he was standing at the front of the class.

Adrien Agreste, the pompous model, stood alongside the professor. Luckily, she didn't think he remembered her from their lunchtime encounter the previous day.

Marinette had taken on a Clark Kent look and wore thick rimmed glasses for "reading". There was nothing wrong with her eye sight of course, but if the disguise worked for Superman it would work for Ladybug.

She'd also stopped wearing her trademark pigtails and grew her hair. The pigtails were starting to get questioned, being so similar to Ladybugs after all. Today she had her hair in a high, straight ponytail.

She found her desk with her name on it. The room looked like a clone of 'Project Runway'. Dressmaking desks were in 3 rows with an additional sewing room at the back and a fabric warehouse next door. Marinette was in heaven as she began to lay all her items out on top.

When everyone had entered, the professor gathered their attention. She was a tall lady, Marinette guessed an ex-model, wearing the most beautiful powder pink suit, white shirt and white stilettos. Her platinum blonde hair was perfectly placed in a ballerina bun and her face had a golden glow. Her name was Madame Mistiqa.

"Hello everyone and welcome to fashion design 101. This year will be a learning curve to support you on your journey to become great designers. Some of you will make it, some of you won't."

A groan went around the room and Madame Mistiqa raised her hand to silence the class.

"This will not be easy especially as you are our advanced students, everyone of you had extremely high merits. We will be starting the year with a little bit of a challenge.

Mr Agreste here, for those who don't know, is the son to the one and only Gabriel Agreste of the 'Gabriel' brand. We are very privileged to have Adrien here to tell us about the challenge set by his father."

Marinette visibly shrunk down from where she was standing. This is a dream and a nightmare all at the same time. Gabriel good, Adrien bad!

"Thank you, Madame. My father would like to work with a student from the university to create a new fashion range for young adults our age. He has sent over 12 of his models for you to use for your designs. It needs to be a daily fashion wear and show off every skill you encompass. The designer chosen will be placed on an internship with my father as their mentor, and their winning outfit will be put into our stores globally."

Chatter went round the room, and the buzz of excitement could power the electric for the entire campus.

Madame Mistiqa pulled us all back in to give us the final details.

"You will be given a briefing once you know if your model is a male or female. You'll have six weeks to complete the challenge and I will be here to support you all the way."

Eleven models then made their way through the door. Women with beautiful hair, beautiful faces and incredibly long legs. Men with faces chiseled like a Demi-God and muscles in places you didn't even know existed.

One by one the models were paired off until Marinette was the only one left.

"Awww Ms. Dupain-Cheng. Gabriel sent a special request to have you partnered with Adrien. Apparently you've won competitions of his in the past?"

"Yes, Madame." Marinette replied through gritted teeth.

"Good. It seems he has high expectations about your work and that is why he's paired you with his son. Unfortunately though, as Adrien is here on a music scholarship, and is still full-time modelling, you'll have to figure out between you when to schedule fittings."

Adrien made his way over to Marinette. There was something oddly familiar about her.

"Ok everyone. I suggest talking to your partners for the next 30 minutes and then they need to leave. After that you can start designing and looking at the fabrics. Bon chance." Madame Mistiqa left them too it, wandering around the class handing out the design briefs.

Marinette grabbed her notebook and pen before grabbing the design brief which had just been placed in front of her. She hadn't even looked at Adrien yet.

"Jackass!" Adrien clicked his fingers remembering.

"Excuse me?"

"Jackass!"

"Same to you." Adrien burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry. I didn't get to introduce myself properly yesterday. Hi, I'm Adrien 'the jackass' Agreste." He held his hand out for Marinette to shake it. Looking at it revolted she turned back to the briefing.

"That's not very friendly, Mari."

"It's Marinette."

What is with this guy, she thought.

"So what you thinking Marinette? I've got to admit the hat you made a few years back was amazing."

He was being nice to her, her suspicions started to grow. He continued to talk to her.

"Look I'm sorry about the drinks yesterday. I was in a bad mood because of my girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend, and I took it out on you."

Marinette looked up at him and he could just about make out that behind the glasses she had pretty eyes. What was wrong with him and girls eyes at the moment? She snapped. She was here for fashion only, not to make friends with the son of her favourite designer.

"Listen buster! This internship is a dream of mine and I want to try and impress your father. I just want to do what I need to do. I don't need to make friends with a pretentious model. If you cause any issues I swear I will make your life a living hell!"

Adrien couldn't believe the ferociousness of this petite girl, and never in his life had he been called pretentious. All he could do is stare in disbelief, did she really think that low of him that he'd spoil someone's chances for their future? Where had this idea of him come from?

He looked down at her and she scribbled notes on her briefing. These thoughts dragged him to a low he'd never experienced before, and considering he found out his father was Hawkmoth a few months back that's saying something.

He thought back to the previous night and pulled out his phone.

Day summed up in 3 words: self reflective, intriguing and missing my Princess (I cheated a bit on my last one).

He smiled to himself and sent it. Keeping his one question still hanging in the air.