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It had all started three weeks ago when after an especially nasty fight Alya had run to them. He was about to go, but since she actually acknowledged him he decided a bit more time wouldn’t hurt. “Hey! Chat Noir, Ladybug! Could you- “. She had been running really hard, and was cut by her sharp breathing.
Alya slumped over, tired, but held her arm high, showing the two invitations for the End-of-year school dance.
Both Ladybug and Chat Noir had run to her, and both took the invitation. Adrien would lie if he said he hadn’t opened his eagerly. Even if he knew what it said, having an extra one as Chat Noir was a very nice feeling.
“Oh, a ball! May we go, my lady?” He was counting on Ladybug saying no. The only few events they had attended were public, endorsed by the mayor and mostly, short. The dance was none of this, and since he was already going as Adrien he would much like not to have an obligation as Chat Noir.
“Yeah, why not.” Marinette thought the idea was good. She had already decided she was not going (as herself, at least), or if she did she would just go for an hour. Being part of the planning committee had left her sort of hating the dance, even if it would end up being awesome. Leave it to Chloé to give a great idea and then do nothing about it.
“W-what? Really?!” Alya and Chat Noir said in unison, both surprised.
“Well,” she said turning to Chat “do you have anything else to do that day?” She knew she did, she would have to do the decorations, supervise everything was in place, the music, the food… just thinking about it exhausted her.
“I… would have to check for that.” He couldn’t waste an opportunity to see his lady for such a long time, but could he make it?
“Pleaseeeee, you would be our guests of honor.” Said Alya pleading. Her big eyes did nothing on him, if he was honest. But he had made his mind, Chat Noir was definitely attending.
“Uh, okay.” Now he would have to find a way so that Adrien either missed the dance or went very very shortly.
So that was settled, Ladybug and Chat Noir would attend the end-of-year dance. It was perfect for Marinette, she would get to share all the beautiful memories of her classmates, maybe even get to dance with Adrien, and all without the responsibility of fixing every single problem the night might produce.
The first time she heard the idea she started planning right away. Chloé had wondered (a bit too out loud) why couldn’t they have a dance like the American schools at the end of the year. Everybody thought it was a great idea; they talked it over with the other classes and eventually formed a board. Technically Chloé was on charge of everything, yet she had done one thing only, decided the theme.
It wasn’t a bad one, even if they all knew it was her way to make sure she could dress up like a princess: A fairytale dance. Marinette had opposed at first, it would end up looking all costume-y instead of an actual dance. So they compromised, and ended up deciding on medieval times, where princesses and dragons coexisted happily on their heads.
After that the responsibilities were all shared, and even if Marinette didn’t have the hardest job, which was supervising, she had to give everything to make sure it was perfect. Topping it with school work and superhero duties was proving to be almost impossible.
She was glad she hadn’t worked much on her dress, only sketches and a bit of the bodice before she had decided not to go. It would be hard however, trying to design for Ladybug. Even if they were the same person she just wouldn’t wear the same things plain old Marinette would. Which got her thinking… how could she design a dress to cover the entirety of her usual clothes? As Ladybug she was literally covered from neck to toes. It was true medieval times were keener on being covered, however the usual clothing was too much even for that.
She would have to talk to Alya about proper clothing. And Chat Noir, too. Also, she had overheard Alya saying she would hack the King and Queen poll so that she and Chat Noir won. That would mean dancing too, and she wasn’t sure Chat could dance… okay, she wasn’t sure she could dance.