Her Birthday

No One's POV

"Marinette, wake up, it's your birthday today! You have to go to school!" Tikki exclaimed.

Marinette, now 17 years old, jumped out of bed, excited to go to school. She looked around her body, looking for her soulmate mark.

"Tikki, help look for my mark, I can't seem to find it." Marinette said. Tikki circled Marinette, looking for any difference on her porcelain skin. And finally, Tikki found it, it was on her left shoulder blade, and guess what, it was a green and black CN. Tikki instantly knew it was Chat Noir. This happened to all Ladybugs and Chat Noirs in the past. If a Ladybug loved a Chat Noir, she would receive the mark of Chat Noir's civilian form. Vice versa for Chat Noir, and their civilian forms were no exception either. Tikki knew Marinette would be crushed if she knew she "wouldn't be" with Adrien. But this had to happen to ensure that Ladybug and Chat Noir loved all parts of themselves, both the imperfect and perfect versions of themselves.

"Marinette, your mark..." Tikki made out. "It's a green and black CN."

Marinette couldn't breathe for a few minutes, after a while, she looked miserable, "Chat Noir? He's my soulmate? But...but what about Adrien?" She said, eyes brimming with tears.

Tikki comforted the miserable girl. After a while, Marinette had to get ready to school. She changed, and carefully made sure that her mark wasn't able to be seen, as she didn't want anyone else to know...yet.

She headed to school, knowing well that Alya would immediately ask about her mark, she walked past the road. And when she almost reached the entrance of school.

"Marinette, Marinette!" Alya called.

Marinette stopped on her tracks, quickly searching her brain for an appropriate reason to tell Alya about her mark, but at the same time, hiding the fact that her soulmate was Paris' famous superhero, Chat Noir.

"Happy Birthday Girl! Have you got your mark? Who's the lucky guy? Is it Adrien?" She said, wiggling her eyebrows while saying the last part. Lucky for her to ask, Alya got a Blueish Red NL for her mark, which stood for Nino Lahiffe, Alya's current boyfriend. And Nino got an orange AC for his mark. The two were made for each other.

But as soon as she saw Marinette's expression, she stopped talking and looked at Marinette with concern, "Girl? Do you wanna talk about it?"

Alya knew that Marinette didn't get Adrien as her soulmate, and it almost killed her to find out who's Marinette's soulmate, but anymore and Marinette might've just burst in tears.

Marinette mumbled, "I don't wanna talk about it."

Alya nodded, and they headed to class. As they entered the class doors, the class crowded Marinette, asking her questions about her soulmate.

Alya knew that Marinette was probably going to crack under pressure. So she shooed everyone away, "Guys, Marinette doesn't want to talk about it, just respect the girl's privacy." she said, watching most people disperse.

Keyword, MOST.

Chloe stood there, smirking. "I bet maritrash doesn't even have a mark, or maybe she knows that her "soulmate" would never like a piece of trash like her!" She said.

Under completely different circumstances, Marinette would've either ignored it, or come up with a comeback. But Marinette was more than grateful to Chloe. She stifled a smile. Chloe gave plenty of reasons to why Marinette didn't want to talk about her soulmate.

Alya's face filled with rage. She marched up to Chloe and held her fist up in punching position, and growled, "Don't talk about her like that, or you'll regret, if Marinette's soulmate doesn't like her, then they don't deserve her."

But Marinette shouted, "STOP!"

All classmates looked at Marinette, who quietly said, "Chloe's right, I don't deserve my soulmate, he would never like someone as lame as me." She gave a sad smile, and looked at Alya, whose jaw dropped to the floor. Her classmates looked at her with faces of pity, concern and worry.

Adrien was getting more curious by the minute. He swore he would find out who was Marinette's soulmate, and oh boy, when he met this jerk that made her like this pay.

But all thoughts screeched to a halt as Mrs Bustier entered the classroom. Classes just started. Time for thinking later. ☺️