After a brief period of embarrassment, Marinette ate breakfast and got ready for school.

She wasn't a big fan of the female uniform, the puffiness, and the stockings, but she wore it nonetheless. If she was being honest, she would rather wear the male uniform, but that's probably not allowed, right?

"The school is a bit far for us to walk, maybe we can get a public transport?" Marinette asks, looking down at the map on her phone.

"No need to. Nathalie arranged for me to have a driver pick me up to and from school." Adrien says, fixing his bag over his shoulder. "Who am I to not allow you a ride with me?" He questions.

Marinette smiles. "Thanks. That would certainly save us a lot of trouble." She laughs lightly, putting her phone away.

Only those with excellent social standing and those with filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time at the elite, private school, Ouran Academy.

"Congratulations to the two of you. I am more than thrilled to welcome to two of you to Ouran Academy." An older gentleman, who introduced himself as Yuzuru Suoh, president of Ouran Academy, welcomed them in.

"Thank you for having us!" Marinette smiled.

"We are more than pleased to have two new students under our wing." He said, inviting them to sit down at the couches across him.

Marinette and Adrien take their seats as Mr. Suoh keeps talking.

"Ouran Academy is always proud to give excellent students a chance enroll in our school. It always opens a window of opportunities to be a part of our school community. As scholarship students, I invite you to class 1-A. There, we have another scholarship student, Haruhi Fujioka. A great student who has a full ride until university, I'm sure you can get along with them well."

The school was grand, much bigger than either Marinette or Adrien were both used to. Still, with Marinette's trusty map, the two of them managed to find classroom 1-A, with a student expecting them outside.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste?" The male asked, adjusting his glasses on his nose. "I'm Soga Kazukiyo, your classroom president. Nice to meet you."

The class president took responsibility of introducing the two of them to the class. Marinette was no stranger to the whispers and glances they were receiving. Well... The ones that Adrien was receiving.

"You can sit in the back of the room, with Haruhi and the Hitachiin brothers." Soga continued.

The last name rang a bell with Marinette and Soga asked for Haruhi to raise their hand. The two of them went to the back, where they were greeted by a small, somewhat feminine boy, and a pair of twins.

"Hi, I'm Haruhi." Greeted the non-twin. "And this one is Trouble, and that's Make it Double." They pointed at each twin.

"Hey!" They both sang.

Marinette giggled. "I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"And I'm Adrien Agreste." He greeted.

Marinette couldn't help but stare at the pair of twins as they bickered with Haruhi. Her mind worked it's gears, until the light bulb went off.  "Excuse me," The three of them stopped, looking at Marinette. "Would you two happen to be the sons of the CEO and Chief Designer of Hitachiin Fashions, Yuzuha Hitachiin?"

The twins blinked, looking up at her. "You know our mom?" asked.

Marinette gasped. "Ohmygod! I'm a huge fan of her work! Hikaru and Kaoru, right?" She asked.

"Oh, a fan?" One of the twins asked.

"It's not often we hear that." Said the other.

"Oh, I'm a huge fan of her work. I aspire to be a fashion designer myself, so I'm a big fan of both the Hitachiin and the Agreste brand." Marinette pulled her phone out to show them some of the things she's worked on, some loosely based off of their mother's work.

"You know what you should do?" Hikaru(?) asked, looking down at Marinette.

"You should visit the Host Club!" Kaoru(?) finished.

Marinette looked between each twin. "What's the Host Club?" she asked.

"It's something you shouldn't even bother getting caught up with. I got caught up with it and now, I'm—"

"Having a lot of fun with us!" One of the twins said, draping an arm around Haruhi.

"But you should really come by, one day. We have some days where we have themes, and showcase our mom's designs." Said the other.

Marinette bit her lip, but the way Haruhi spoke about it kind of made it seem like trouble. She glanced over at Adrien, to see if he was interested or not, but he didn't seem to be paying any attention at all.

"Well..." Marinette started, looking back at the three. "I think I should get to know the school a little better, and it's programs before I join any extracurricular activities."

Hikaru and Kaoru looked a little bummed, but the look on Haruhi's face looked relieved.

"Well, if you ever change your mind," Hikaru trailed off.

"We will be in Music Room Three." Finished Kaoru.

"Music Room Three." Marinette repeated, making a mental note while noticing how Haruhi shook her head.

The day went on, Adrien and Marinette going to their respective classes, but agreed to meeting for lunch.

Marinette looked for the blond and was nearly disappointed when she didn't find him, until she realized he was being surrounded by a group of girls.

She made her way through the crowd, managing to shoo away most of the girls. She sat across from him, giving a small huff. "Fangirls, huh?"

Adrien chuckled sheepishly. "I know they don't mean harm, but I'm not so sure as to how the keep them at bay."

Marinette was sweat dropping internally. "No worries, I'll shoo them off while I can." Said the fangirl herself.

"Thanks, Marinette." He gives her a genuine smile, and she thinks she could possibly melt.

Mentally, she was. Physically, not yet.

The rest of the day went on with no complaints. Marinette was able to understand the material well, and only required minimum help with translation.

Adrien required more help with fangirls come the end of the day, but it was nothing that Marinette couldn't handle.

Dinner was prepared and the two of them were able to dine together, and do some homework together, while only embarrassing herself ten times.

Progress, she thinks.

That's Day One. Three hundred and fifty five more to go.