25 Days of ML - Day 14 - “Secret Santa”
Pairing/Characters: Dj Wifi I guess but nothing really romantic happens😂
“Who’d you get?”
Nino leaned back in his desk, clutching his Secret Santa note flat to his chest so that Alya couldn’t see.
“None of your beeswax,” he stated defensively, narrowing his eyes at the red headed girl in front of him. She deflated slightly, sighing.
“Oh come on, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours!” She tried to bribe him, but Nino shook his head.
“Nope. I know how these things work. You tell one person, and then suddenly everyone knows because they keep exchanging.”
“That’s not true.”
“It so is. If you don’t believe me, ask Marinette. She’s crazy about keeping it a secret.”
Alya chuckled and waved her hand as if shooing an imaginary fly.
“Oh please, Marinette couldn’t keep a secret if she tried. Just take her mega obvious crush on Adrien for example.”
Nino shrugged and shook his head, still clutching his paper to his chest as he stood up and stepped out of his desk.
“I dunno man. And it’s obviously not mega obvious to Adrien. The dude’s still in denial and the closest he’s come to calling her his girlfriend or whatever is when he said, and I quote, ‘she’s a very good friend.’”
Alya grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Fine. I won’t tell you who I have then. Unfortunately for me, that means scrambling around trying to find something he would like without advice from his best friend.”
“You have Adrien, don’t you,” Nino deadpanned.
Alya had the good grace to look shocked as she drew back, clutching her slip of paper to her chest in a similar way to Nino.
“No! Of course not! What would make you think that?” She asked, but it was obvious she was acting.
“I’m not helping you, Al. I have my own gift to figure out, and unlike you I plan on keeping mine secret.
Alya grinned and leaned back against Nino’s desk as he headed for the classroom door.
"I’ll figure it out,” she called after him, “just you wait Lahiffe. My detective skills are impeccable.”
Nino grinned to himself as the classroom door swung shut behind him. He looked down at the piece of paper in his hand, slightly crumpled from when he had shoved it against his chest. The clearly written 'Alya Cesaire’ stood out in strikingly red pen, the handwriting loopy but looked as if it had been written in a rush—probably right before it was thrown into the hat, if Nino had to guess.
Unfortunately, Alya would probably be quick to guess that Nino had her. But perhaps, if she could catch him shopping for stuff more relevant to other classmates…
Nino grinned to himself as he walked down the steps out of school.
Alya’s impeccable detective skills were about to be shattered.