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32 Ladrien

“I… I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.” 

…Of all the things Adrien had expected when he’d asked his partner what was wrong, that hadn’t made it into the top fifty. It hadn’t even made it into the top hundred. Or the—

He swallowed. “W-what?”

Ladybug had her hands over her face, sprawled out on his bed where he’d put her in his attempts to play therapist for his stressed out friend. “I’m… I don’t… I love you.”

The leap Adrien’s heart gave rattled his teeth with the force of it.

“…Oh.”

She curled up on her side to face him, looking tiny and fragile and half-broken already, and said, in a funny, almost defeated tone, “I’m in love with you.”

Adrien didn’t realize he was reaching for her until her fist was fitting into the palm of his hand. One breath to steel himself, and…

“If… if it makes you feel any better, I’ve been in love with you… almost since I met you.”

She hiccuped a laugh and curled closer, opening her fist so she could twine her fingers with his.

There was a pause, and then: “What… what do I do with this?”

“With me or with you?”

“With me,” she whispered half to him and half to the night. “It’s… it’s so much. What do I do with all of this?”

“Well,” said Adrien, because his heart was in his mouth and he couldn’t feel his legs, but he still knew what it was like to be there, and knew how much he would have given for a confidant at the beginning of it all, “I mean, usually people do stuff like… date, or something. K-kiss and… spend time together.”

It took seven (loud, erratic) thumps of his heart for her to respond.

“That’s… simple.”

The dubiousness in her voice startled a laugh out of him, through the too-tight knot of emotion in his throat. “Not like I’d know or anything.”

“Hm,” said Ladybug, at a timbre that told him that if he could see her, she’d be bright red by now.

“Say, Ladybug…”

“Yeah?”

He grinned down at her through the dark and squeezed her fingers. “Wanna go on a date?”

He only counted six heartbeats this time, and then she shifted and there was something warm and damp pressing to his knuckles and— had she just kissed his hand?!

“Sounds like a plan, mon minou,” she murmured, low and sultry and rolling and mind-blowing and—

“Great,” said Adrien, very, very faintly, and sagged against his headboard, feeling smoke pour out of his ears.

…It was maybe occurring to him that, for all that he’d hoped and wished and prayed that Ladybug would one day return his feelings, he might not actually survive the reality of it.