The next day, you keep your promise to sleep in extra late for spite, and don't really get started on anything until after 12.
You mostly lounge around and get caught up on schoolwork, so it quite displeases you when s/n asks you to take them for a walk.
You don't want to, but they beg so much you agree, if not for any reason but to shut them up.
So you decide to just walk them around Paris for a while, mostly in a big loop.
Bit they apparently have a different idea, and go off chasing a dog.
You run after them, and when you finally catch up, scold then for running off.
"Hey, y/n!" You hear, before you can continue.
Looking around, you realize chasing s/n has brought you to Francois Dupont.
So you assume it's Adrien or one of the other kids you'd spent most of your time there with, but find it's actually Jean from yesterday.
"Oh, hey. I didn't know you went here." You say to him when he comes over.
"Yep."
"I was here last week for the homeschool exchange program. I hadn't planned on coming by today, but s/n here decided to take a detour on our walk." You say with a gesture to s/n.
Jean laughs, and mentions he doesn't remember seeing you.
"I mostly just did what I had to and got out."
"I get that. So I take it you're homeschooled?"
"Yup."
"How's that? Is it better than regular school?"
"I think it is, but I know Adrien doesn't, so I guess it just depends on who you ask."
"Adrien? As in Agreste?"
"Uh, yeah. He was my guide for the week."
S/n starts to say something, so you quickly bump them with your elbow.
Hopefully they remember nobody can know about your relationship with Adrien.
"Huh. I haven't talked to him much, but he seems nice."
"He was! Oh hey, there he is!" You say, spotting him around the entrance to the building with the usual trio.
Waving, you tell Jean that you're going to speak with them.
He bids you goodbye, with a inquiry about coming to the bookclub meeting.
"Yeah, probably!" You say, and go up the stairs with s/n trailing behind you.
"Hey, y/n! Did you miss us?" Alya teases when you arrive.
"Oh sure, though I did not miss the early waking. Or the schoolwork."
They laugh, and s/n looks at Adrien.
"Hey!" They say.
"Hi!" Adrien responds.
"So who's this little dude?" Nino asks.
"This is s/n, my brother/sister." You inform him.
"Sup lil bro/sis!" He says, sticking his hand out for a fist bump.
"Hi." S/n says, barely returning the gesture.
"What, is Adrien the only one who gets a happy hello?"
"Well I know him!" S/n says before you can stop them.
"What do you mean?" Alya asks.
"Oh, they've just seen him on tv or in a magazine I guess." You quickly improvise.
"I see how it is. The big model boy gets all the love!" Nino jokes.
"No way, dude. You're the best DJ in all of Paris, soon enough you'll have way more fans than me!" Adrien says back.
"Doubt it, bro!"
They banter some more, until Alya interrupts.
"Sorry to break up this beautiful bromance, but Nino, our movie will be starting soon. We gotta get to the theater."
"Oh, right! Bye dudes and dudettes!" Nino says, and Alya says her goodbyes as well, and they leave together.
As soon as their backs are turned, you see Marinette giving Adrien a look.
She's glancing all over the place, but Adrien seems to understand.
You wonder what's going on, when s/n asks about a drink.
"Uh, yeah. Can one of you show us a fountain, please?" You ask.
"Sure." Adrien responds, and takes you inside.
You expect Marinette to leave, but she follows.
While s/n is standing at the fountain, she pulls both you and Adrien back a bit.
"Does s/n know?!?!" She hisses in a low voice.
You send a panicked glance at Adrien before asking, "Know what?"
"Don't play dumb, y/n! I know he's Cat Noir! Might as well say I know you're Equina too." Marinette says, causing your eyebrows to shoot up.
"Plus she knows that we know that she's Ladybug." Adrien informs you, speaking in an equally quiet tone.
"How? When?" You start to ask, but Marinette interrupts.
"At the party. Speaking of that, when did you two get back on good terms?"
"Saturday night." Adrien says.
"Ok, whatever, now back to the problem at hand. Does s/n know you're dating?! And do they know you're Cat Noir?!"
You assume the uneasy look Adrien wears is a mirror of your own.
"I take it from that interaction that the answer is yes. Why on earth did you tell them?!" Marinette asks, clearly trying to keep her voice down.
You feel dread seeping in when you realize she's going to completely flip when she finds out your entire household knows.
"Well you see, there was this problem." Adrien starts.
"A big problem." You input.
"What?!"
"S/n saw us together, while he was transformed of course, because I didn't know his identity then."
"And then it was brought up in front of y/n's parents."
"Please tell me you're not saying what I think you are." Marinette says, making a pained face.
"If you think we're saying that my parents know too, then sorry for not being a Lila." You say, hoping to take off some of the pressure with a joke.
It seems to, as Marinette cracks a smile, but then composes herself.
"So your entire family knows his secret identity?! That is not safe! What are we going to do?!" She groans.
"I made them promise not to tell!"
"But what if something slips! Like it almost did with s/n!"
"They would've found out eventually anyway." Adrien says.
"How? Why?" Marinette asks, looking like she's about to blow.
"Well, if y/n sees a similar future that I do, we would've had to tell them sometime before the wedding."
You don't know whether to laugh, choke on air, or have your face melt from blushing, if that's possible.
Marinette has been effectively silenced, with a look of shock on her face.
Adrien doesn't even seem fazed.
And you don't even want to know what expression you're making.
But just then s/n runs up, and asks why everyone looks funny.
"Um, no reason. Are you ready to go?" You ask.
"Sure. I wanna see if I can find that doggie."
"Ok. Let's go." You say, and turn around, giving a short wave, while s/n gives an enthusiastic goodbye.
You hear Marinette say something about telling a Fu about who knows what, but you don't catch enough to understand anything.