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Banana Grams

Marinette scrambled down the stairs, rushing to get to her locker between classes. The time in between was never long enough.

Even as crazy as her life had become, it had been a busy few weeks.

Things with Luka had been okay. Just okay.

It was bad enough that her superhero duties meant she had to bow out gracefully more often than not. But even with all of that, there was only so much music she could listen to, especially when she was carrying the conversation – and there was so, so very much she really couldn’t talk about.

It was increasingly clear to them both that despite their best efforts, it just wasn’t going to work out between them. He’d been sad – and she’d been sad at the prospect of either of them feeling hurt – but eventually, he agreed that they should part amicably. After all, Luka was still a good friend, and she knew without question she could still count on his skills as Viperion.

As Tikki reminded her daily, she didn’t need someone else to be happy.

But with Alya and Nino as affectionate as they ever were, with Adrien and Kagami hanging out more – and after Chat Noir finally moving on… like she’d asked.

Well… it all left her a little lonely.

Marinette sighed, opening the door of her locker to shuffle the books in her locker between classes.

The sunny flash of yellow between her books poked out, allowing the soft smile to bloom across her face.

It hadn’t really been surprising that when the first of these secret admirer notes started to appear, Marinette kind of started to look at them fondly.

At first, she didn’t really know what to make of them. The butter yellow envelope was unlabeled with matching stationary inside. The letter inside was typed to prevent any handwriting hints.

The outside didn’t even bear her name. Just a single heart.

But the letters inside? It was like having a pen pal who happened to know her very well. She’d only gotten a few letters. They weren’t very romantic… just startling sweet poems and jokes and stories. It had quickly become a much needed pick me up long before she herself realized she’d needed it.

She shook her head, stowing the letter away in her bag. There was no time to read it now, between classes.

Marinette pressed her lips into a thin line, shutting her locker and settling her bag over her shoulder as she headed back to the door. Even now, she had no idea who was sending them. She was sorely tempted to try and ask Tikki to stay in her locker and watch. Not that that would exactly be a responsible thing… especially with all her Guardian duties on top of everything else.

But with the letters coming exclusively to her locker, she couldn’t help but make a point to sneak past and watch it as often as she could. Alya didn’t even blink when she mentioned that she forgot her books for the next class.

In her rush back to class, the screaming had started. She hadn’t even made it to the stairs before she collided with someone.

“Sorry!“  She gasped automatically.  Her eyes growing ever wider as she registered just who stood before her.

Effortlessly – and all without a word – Marinette was swooped up by the giant banana, hanging off his outstretched arms like an odd, overly melty scoop of ice cream.

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