Like a Romcom
Omg @megatraven totally forgot about this sorry!
Happy midwinter holiday slash new year I guess???
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Adrien sat by his desk buddy, Alya, and watched the chaos unfold beside him. Alya too was sitting in her seat at their table, twitching at the sight.
Chloe and Marinette were fighting again.
Adrien had suffered too many rants from Chloe to be receptive of this behavior, so as soon as Marinette had stood from her seat, and Chloe from hers, he had tried to de-escalate the problem.
It hadn’t worked.
“Honestly, they fight like a married couple.” The blonde model sighed, gazing forward in a bored manner.
“Oh my gosh, you see it too?” Alya tapped his arm to gain his attention, looking hopeful, “I swear, with how often Marinette praises Chloe’s fashion sense and kisses her attitude, I’d say she has a huge crush.”
“Whoa,” Adrien replied, “Really? Chloe’s the exact opposite. She says Marinette has horrid fashion sense for such a nice girl.”
“Wow. They’re like the main characters in a romcom.”
“I guess we’re the best friends who have to get them together?”
It had been a joke, but the two paused, reaching realization in unison.
“We should set them up!”
“Jinx!”
They laughed together before glancing around. Everyone’s attention was focused on the growing fight.
“As if I’d want to live in a bakery anyway! That’s the sort of plebian living that should be left to the help!”
Typical Chloe.
The matchmaker pair brought their mutual gazes back to each other.
“Let’s do it.”
…
“Hey, Chloe? You free this Friday? Wanna go to that new restaurant?”
“I’d love to, Adrikens!”
…
“Come on, girl! You need this. Maybe you’ll feel inspired for that dress you wanna make!”
“Ugh. Fine. Where is this place?”
…
Adrien and Alya peeked around the corner, where Marinette was approaching Chloe with a bemused look on her face.
“Step one, complete.”
They watched as Marinette struck up a conversation, still looking for Alya. Chloe let out a disgruntled reply and refused to look up from her phone. Nodding to each other, the matchmakers simultaneously brought out their phones to send their respective friends a message.
“Sorry, but this is for your own good. Either eat alone or with a classmate ;)”
They had a perfect vantage point to watch their friends’ faces ignite with fierce blushes before settling into an awkward silence.
Operation Chloenette was go.
The A-team – Adrien had had a blast coming up with various team names – shared a subtle high-five before vanishing from the restaurant.
“I hope it goes well.”
“Maybe they won’t fight in class anymore?”
“Huh. I’m hoping for a bit of romance, not a miracle.”
…
The next day, when they arrived in class, one occurrence was immediately noticeable.
“I can’t just blow cash on a trip to the Eiffel tower whenever I feel like it!”
“Then just let me pay!”
“No! We’re supposed to work together!”
“Then why don’t we take turns! I want to take you to dinner there!”
Nino glanced sideways at them, “They’re,” he blinked and paused, unsure of the validity of the words about to exit his mouth, “They’re arguing over where their… Next date is going to be?”
It sounded like a question to those who heard it. But to Alya and Adrien, it sounded like success.