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“Okay, Tikki,” she whispered into her purse, watching Adrien Agreste across the stage. He was tuning a violin, the soft light catching the gold in his hair. “I’ve designed the set pieces, sewn the soloist’s gown, and memorized the entire score. But talking to him? Impossible.”

“Marinette!” Adrien’s green eyes widened with concern as he knelt. “Are you okay?” Miraculous- Tales of Ladybug Cat Noir

He understood. He ripped it off, threw it to her. She caught it, struck it against the piano’s frame. A high, clear G. “Okay, Tikki,” she whispered into her purse, watching

She struck the fork against his staff. The purest A she’d ever heard bloomed in the space between them. It wasn’t loud. It was true. But talking to him

Marinette laughed—a real, full sound. “Maybe she’s just good at pretending.”

He raised both batons. “Now, little bug, you’ll watch your city forget music forever. Starting with him.” He pointed at Cat Noir.