Red and Blue make Purple

Marichat or Adrienette 5 jelouseAdrien

Thanks! Have a combination of both (kind of).

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” Nino whispered, grabbing his best friend and pulling him behind the wall by the school stairs. Adrien’s eyes widened as he was unceremoniously dragged .

“What? No! I mean - what?”

Nino grinned, nodding his head towards Marinette and Alya, who were laughing as they began to walk in the opposite direction to the boys hidden behind the wall.

“You’ve been in a bad mood since Alya started grilling Marinette about that dude she refuses to talk about. And given the fact you’ve been staring at Marinette non-stop since we’ve been walking from class like she’s the most interesting thing in the universe, I think that someone is jealous of her mystery man!” Nino waggled his eyebrows at Adrien, who looked down at the ground in an attempt to avoid the knowing grin on Nino’s face.

“I have not been in a bad mood,” he protested, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“…Dude, are you pouting?”

“No!”

Nino smirked. “It sure looks like a pout. And I don’t hear any denial about a certain green-eyed monster in regards to a certain pigtailed cutie,” Nino grinned. Adrien raised an eyebrow.

“Pigtailed cutie?”

Nino shrugged. “Am I wrong?”

“Well, no, but-”

“So you do think she’s cute!”

Adrien blinked as Nino put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest, clearly proud of his incredible deduction. Adrien slapped his hand against his forehead as his shoulders sagged, leaning against the wall as he did so.

“Yes, Marinette is cute, Nino, but I’m not jealous of her seeing someone else. I swear it.”

“…Dude. You’re so jealous.”

Adrien sighed. Sometimes lying to Nino was pointless.

“Okay. I’m jealous. I shouldn’t be, though.” Adrien sighed, scuffing the front of his shoe on the ground. Nino’s grin slid away, and he scratched the back of his head as he tried to think of a way to comfort Adrien.

“Hey, it’s alright. By the sounds of it, whatever Marinette has with this guy can’t last - I mean, she can’t even talk to Alya about him, what kind of relationship is that?”

Nino didn’t notice how Adrien’s face paled slightly, or the hurt which flashed through his best friend’s eyes as Nino threw his arm over his shoulder.

“I- you’re right. Thanks, Nino.” Adrien said, forcing himself to sound positive, a half-smile on his face. Nino nodded, satisfied with his efforts at comfort.

“No problem, bro! Now come on, we don’t wanna be late to Alix and Kim’s re-match!”

Adrien nodded, plastering a smile onto his face as they began to move away from the secluded area the wall of the steps provided. He knew Nino was trying to help, but the tight feeling in his chest hadn’t been calmed by his best friend’s words.

He knew that he shouldn’t be jealous of the way Marinette blushed when she laughingly shook off Alya’s questions about her mystery guy, or the way she smiled when she would divulge the tiniest bit of information; he knew she shouldn’t be jealous of how happy she was with him. Especially when Adrien was the guy in question - kind of.

It was just… he wanted her to be like that about Adrien, not Chat Noir. Whatever it was she and Chat had now, this tumultuous friendship which sometimes felt like so much more, meant a lot to Adrien. And he wanted Marinette to know that it was him, that the boy sitting in front of her every day was the same one who spent evenings laughing with her on her balcony.

Adrien was jealous that it was Chat Noir who Marinette was being teased about, even if Alya and Nino didn’t know it. He wanted Marinette to avoid Alya’s questions about him, his average, everyday self. He wanted to spend hours talking in her room, eating pastries which she would sneak up for him, without wearing a mask.

He wanted her to know all of him, not just the small bits of himself he gave in both parts of his life. And, most of all, he wanted her to look at him in the same way she did Chat Noir, when she thought he didn’t notice. That soft, sweet smile which melted Adrien’s heart a little more every time he saw it.

It was ridiculous, Adrien thought as he and Nino walked towards the Trocadéro; he was actually jealous of himself.