Leya's POV:
I swung my rucksack over my shoulder, I as exited the last class of the day.
"Did you give it to him?" Mari asked, looking at me, slightly nervous.
"Yeah," I nodded, "But I told him not to open it until he was alone. You know, so he doesn't blurt it out and embarrass you or something." I shrugged.
"Thanks, Leya, we owe you one." Alya said, as I grinned,
"Hell yeah you do!"
Adrien's POV:
I jumped back through my open window and de-transformed,
"That was such bad timing," I grumbled to Plagg, who immediately dove into his cheese stash.
"tell me about it," He agreed, his mouth already stuffed full of Camembert, "Now, open it!"
My heart beat twice as fast as I finally took out the letter in the envelope;
"What does it say?" Plagg asked, hovering over my shoulder, cheese in hand. I read it out to him in disbelief.
"Dear Adrien,
I love you.
I have for some time now.
You're just so funny, and kind, but whenever I try and talk to you, I get nervous and chicken out. So, I thought I would write you a letter instead."
There was silence for a few seconds.
"Huh. Leya never really struck me as the nervous type." Plagg reasoned, focusing on something other than the foul-smelling food for once.
"Leya? Do you think she wrote this?"
"Well, yeah. She's the one who gave it to you." He responded, shrugging.
"Leya....in love with me?"