Unfit

"Adrien!" Y/n yells and tackles me when I land on her balcony.

"Hi, Angel!" I say, grinning and returning the hug.

She hangs on an extra long time, before eventually pulling away and smiling really wide.

"You seem extra peppy tonight, what's up?" I ask.

"I'm just happy to see you!"

"I'm happy to see you too!" I say, although something feels wrong.

I don't know why, but I'm getting an uneasy feeling.

For one, she didn't greet me as "Kitty" like she usually does.

Maybe I'm still feeling weird about earlier, with Marinette and all.

Plus I'm conflicted on lying to Mom.

I don't want to say I'll be with Nino when I won't, but I don't know what else to tell her.

"So are we gonna go inside? It's purrty cold out here!" I watch closely and notice a quick frown pass at my pun.

"Uhh, would it be possible to stay out here? It's an amazing night!"

She didn't make the puns.

We always make puns any chance we get.

It's our thing.

"I guess we could, but you know what I'm supposed to do."

"Oh, right. And you um, you can't do it?"

"Well, no. I didn't wear warm clothes."

"So?"

"Uh, I'll get cold?" OK, either y/n is feeling really off, or I'm dealing with a fake girlfriend.

"Um, I don't want to go in. Your suit keeps you warm, doesn't it?"

"Yes, but Plagg?"

"He'll be fine."

"Here, I know how to keep you warm." She smirks and hugs me again.

I try to pull away, but she holds on tighter and tries to kiss me.

"Hey, you know Plagg, he's gonna yell at us. Better not."

"He can deal with it."

I begin to say something, but she starts mumbling.

If I wasn't transformed, I never would have understood, but with the cat senses, I can easily make out "Don't worry about him, worry about me. Should I even do this?"

"Do what?" I ask, my suspicion growing.

"Huh?"

"I could hear that, you know."

"Maybe that's a good thing. I don't think this is working anymore."

"What?" I know something is wrong here, but it still hurts for her to say that.

"With us. I think we should break up."

"Why?" She was fine earlier?

"I just don't like you anymore. It seems you care more about your kwami than me. You should find someone else. I'm sure Marinette still likes you."

"Excuse me? Why would I ever go to her?"

"Kitty? Who are you talking to?" I hear from the direction of the opening door.

"No!" The y/n in front of me hisses as another one comes out the door.

"Who are you?!" They say in unison.

"Cat, what's going on? Who is this?" The new y/n asks.

"Uh, I don't know- I just got here and she was out here."

"Yeah, because I live here! Why were you in my house?!"

"Because it's house!"

I go closer to the y/n who came from inside.

"What are you doing? Take this lookalike and get out!" Balcony y/n says.

"First of all, don't talk to him like that! Second of all, you're the copycat!"

OK, I found my y/n.

"She tried to break us up! I knew it wasn't you the whole time!" I say happily and hug her.

I knew she wouldn't say all that, but it still scared me to hear.

"She what?! How dare you try to split us!?" Y/n glares at the person in front of us while wrapping her arms around me.

"He should be with someone else! Someone who has been wanting to be with him since forever!"

"But I wanna be with my Angel."

"Yeah, im-paw-ster!" Y/n says, and I can't help but laugh.

Before this trickster can say anything else, their appearance starts to change.

The y/n facade wavers, and then puffs away, leaving someone with a Fox themed costume, with a few stray spots and red thrown in.

"Who are you?" Y/n asks.

"It's not Rena Rouge."

"Has anybody else used the Fox?"

"Lila wanted to. It's not Lila, right?!" I pull y/n a little closer.

No way am I letting Lila get anywhere near her, if that's who this is.

"Ugh, I'm not Lila! Do I look anything like that liar?!"

"They knew my secret identity." I whisper to y/n, as I recall how I was referred to as "Adrien".

"Marinette, is that you?" Y/n asks.

"Maybe. It's none of your business."

"Oh it's plenty my business. You don't go around treating my boyfriend the way you have without getting some consequences." Y/n says, breaking away from me and going right up to who I'm assuming is Marinette.

"Who do you think you are? I am the most beloved hero of Paris! You can't do anything."

"Maybe the rest of Paris loves you, but I, for one, could not care less about you. And I suggest you leave us alone before things get real ugly."