Once you were satisfied that everything was secure, you hurried down the street and into the subway station. You quickly scanned your pass to enter the terminal and hopped on one of the trains heading towards the Eiffel Tower. As you waited to arrive, you subtly filmed yourself as you looked out dramatically through the window. Montage.

When you arrived at your stop, you practically leapt out of the train and bounded up the steps. You began to walk towards the Eiffel Tower while trying to avoid as many tourists as you could. You found a rock wall that was away from the main throng of people and leapt onto it to sit on it. “Well,” you declared to your camera once you had it on and facing you, “I don’t see them anywhere. It’s possible that they already defeated the villain, the Eiffel Tower isn’t really that close to where I live.” Out of the corner of your eye you noticed someone sit down next to you, but you wanted to finish your thought first, “they are really good at what they do, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re already finished.”

You looked to the person who sat down next to you and nearly had a heart attack, “Chat Noir?” you gasped.

“The one and only,” he grinned.

“Wow,” you gaped, “this is incredible.”

He gave you a cocky smirk, “not as incredible as you.”

Your jaw dropped, was he...flirting with you? “I…”

“Come on,” he grabbed you by the waist before leaping away, the entire time you were screaming and desperately clutching onto your camera. It was expensive, no way were you going to lose that. He stopped on a rooftop and let you down to your feet.

“What’s happening?” you managed to splutter out as you held your head from the motion sickness.

“You don’t like it?” he purred.

Your face turned red at his voice. Yes, you were enjoying time with Chat Noir, but you were extremely confused, and something about him seemed a little...off. “No! I mean yes! I mean,” you looked at him pleadingly, “I’m confused.”

He leaned against his staff, “well, this kitty thinks you’re purrfect.”

You stepped back uncomfortably, “thanks? We’ve only just met?”

“That’s what you think,” he replied with a roguish wink.

“Okay! That’s creepy!” you shouted and took multiple steps back, but he just kept on walking forwards. You paused and a realization hit you, “you’re not really Chat Noir, are you?”

“And what makes you say that kitten?” he questioned with a grin.

“Because Chat Noir would never be as weird as this,” you replied defiantly.

“How do you know?” his smile was starting to get a little feral and was making you even more uncomfortable. It didn’t help that you were on top of a roof. “You’ve never met.”

“Your eyes,” you gasped and you almost wanted to hit yourself for not noticing it earlier.

“What about them?” he continued in the same cocky voice.

“They’re blue!”

He cocked his head to the side, “they’ve always been blue.”

“Nu-uh!” you cried out defiantly, “Chat Noir has green eyes. He’s kind. He’s a gentleman. He’s a superhero. You’re just a villain!”

His blue eyes narrowed dangerously, “oh, how you wound me.” He took a menacing step forward and you took a couple shaky steps back, “you’ve got it all wrong. This is one hundred percent Chat Noir. You wouldn’t know how he is.”

“I know he’s not you!”

“Oh really?” his eyes glinted dangerously, “wanna bet? Cataclysme!” he shouted and a deadly black cloud formed in his hand, “not just anybody would be able to do this.”

“What are you going to do with that?” you questioned shakily.

“I’ve always wanted to see what it would do to a person,” your heart plunged into your stomach, “but I wouldn’t want to mess up your purrfect face.” Was he complimenting and threatening you at the same time? “I think I’ll try it on…” a red and black yo-yo shot at his face which he easily dodged, “Ladybug!”

“Stop threatening the civilian!” she commanded.

“Make me!” he responded with a smirk. He ran at her with his hand outstretched, she flawlessly ducked under his hand and used her yo-yo to latch onto his arm and pull it towards a satellite dish, effectively destroying it, and neutralizing a threat.

She skidded to a halt next to you and you questioned, “where is the akuma located?”

“I hope it’s his bell,” you nodded as you eyed the golden ball hanging from his neck.

“And if it’s not?”

“Then,” she gulped, “it’s his miraculous.”

“Let’s hope it’s the bell then,” you declared, “hold on, I’ve got an idea.” She took a step back as you confidently stood up, “Chat Noir?” you asked sheepishly.

He gave you a look that said to go on, but he was still on his guard.

“I think I realize it now, you really are a Prince Charming.”

He grinned and you saw him totally drop his guard, “well of course I am, my dear purrrincess.”

“Can I, give my Prince a hug?” you questioned nervously, trying to play up the timid little girl trope.

“Well of course m’lady,” he responded with his arms open.

You quickly ran over to him, but instead of going into his arms, you grabbed the bell on his neck, yanked it off, and shouted, “Ladybug!” before you threw the golden ball at her. She easily caught it and threw it on the ground before stepping on it. It shattered and a small black butterfly emerged. The two of you sighed in relief.

“No more evil-doing for you little Akuma,” she opened her yo-yo and spun it around, “time to de-evilize!” the yo-yo caught the butterfly and she smiled, “gotcha!” she opened the yo-yo and a pure white butterfly emerged, “bye bye little butterfly.” She waved to it before throwing some random tool that she must’ve used earlier into the air, “Miraculous Ladybug!”

Chat Noir was surrounded by a bunch of black and purple bubbles before he sat back in confusion, “huh? What happened?”

“You got akumatized!” Ladybug ran over to him.

“What?” he asked in shock.

“And when I found you, you were terrorizing poor,” she looked over to you for your name.

“(y/n).” You smiled.

He looked ashamed of himself, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s all right, you were akumatized.” You smiled reassuringly, “I knew it wasn’t really you.”

“Well,” Ladybug clapped her hands and looked at you, “let’s get you back to where you need to be.”

“Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news! I’m Nadja Chamack, and today a most tragic incident has occurred. Emilie Agreste, the wife of world-renowned fashion designer Gabriel Agreste, has been officially reported missing. Mrs. Agreste disappeared while on vacation with her husband, and we have no knowledge of her current whereabouts. When taken into police custody for questioning, Gabriel Agreste had no additional information-“

Gabriel shut off the television, unable to continue listening. How many times had he rewatched the broadcast over the last 5 months, searching for any details he might have missed about his wife’s disappearance? 

He strode across his office and studied a book he found during one of his previous travels with his wife, one of the only things he had left of her. He frantically paged through the book searching for anything that would bring him some sort of closure. Frustrated, he threw the book to the ground, adding to the myriad of his broken possessions strewn across the room. Gabriel had every intent to storm out of his office before something familiar caught his eye.

Gabriel walked over and picked up the book he had carelessly thrown to the side. He studied an image of an ancient superhero. The man in the drawing wore an outfit of dark purple and stood holding a matching cane. Gabriel went to discard the book again before his face lit up with recognition. He quickly rummaged through drawers before he pulled out a brooch identical to the one worn by the man in the drawing. He attached the brooch to his suit jacket, and for a moment, nothing happened. Then, there was a great flash of purple light and a strange butterfly-like creature appeared. The creature looked at Gabriel and began to speak.

“How may I serve you, Master?”

Wayzz woke from his meditation and gasped.

“ It can’t be,” he mumbled to himself before leaving the miracle box and rushing towards Master Fu, who sat outside meditating. 

“Master,” called Wayzz as he flew in front of the man’s face, “The strangest thing has happened.”

“What is it, Wayzz?” the old man asked.

“It’s the butterfly miraculous, Master. I believe it is here in Paris.”

“The butterfly miraculous?” he said, eyes widening, “I thought it had been lost forever.”

“There’s something else, Master,” said Wayzz, “I felt a negative aura. I believe it has fallen into the wrong hands.”

Fu stood.

“We must find Nooroo and his miraculous at once. Who knows what evils will occur as long as he’s in the wrong hands.”

“Please be reasonable, Master,” Wayzz said urgently, “You are not as young as you once were. You will not be able to do this alone.”

“I’m only 186 years old,” said Master Fu irritably, “But you are right, Wayzz. I cannot do this alone. I need help.”

Master Fu retrieved the miracle box from its hiding place, before grabbing two pieces of magical jewelry; a pair of polka dot earrings, and a black ring.

“Are you sure about this, Master,” asked Wayzz, “This may not be wise. We cannot risk another miraculous falling into the wrong hands. Especially one as powerful as the ladybug or the black cat.”

“I have no choice, Wayzz. The butterfly miraculous is in use again, and I’m sure it has fallen into the wrong hands. I’m much too old to do this alone anymore,”

Master Fu grabbed a small jewelry box and quickly left his apartment.

“Marinette! Your alarm has been going off for the past fifteen minutes! You’re going to be late for school,” called Sabine from downstairs.

“Coming, Mama,” said Marinette as she slid from under the covers.

Marinette climbed from her loft bed and gazed at her reflection in her bedroom mirror. Her dark hair was messy, and her gray eyes were hazy and half-lidded from sleep. She freshened herself up and joined her mother in the kitchen.

“It’s a big day today, Marinette,” said Sabine as she poured herself a glass of orange juice, “Your first day of high school. You’ll get a fresh new start.”

“Not likely,” replied Marinette with a frown, “I’ll bet anything that Chloé will be in my class again.”

“Four years in a row? That seems pretty unlikely,”

Marinette shrugged and lazily stirred her cereal as her father walked into the kitchen holding a tray of freshly baked macaroons.

“Those are awesome, papa!” Marinette said as she saw the pastries, “I’m sure my new classmates will love these.”

“Glad you like them,” said Tom with a crinkled eye smile, “But I couldn’t have made them without the help of your amazing designs.”

“Thanks, Papa,” Marinette said, grabbing her school bag, “See you tonight,” she called before rushing downstairs.

As Marinette exited the bakery, the street was much busier than usual. She checked her phone and sighed when she saw she only had five minutes to get to school before the bell rang. So much for a fresh start. 

The light finally changed and Marinette began crossing the street with the other passengers. Suddenly, a car began speeding down the street, paying no attention to the pedestrians crossing the street.

It was chaos. People were scrambling in all directions, trying to avoid the speeding car.

Marinette began to run, but she noticed a short old man wearing a red floral shirt struggling to cross the street. She made a split-second decision, and jumped in front of the man, pushing him to safety.

“Are you alright sir?” she asked .

The man nodded and helped Marinette gather the things that had fallen out of her school bag.

“That was a very brave thing you just did,” he said, “Few people would have done that.”

Before she could come up with a response, the old man stood up, grabbed his cane, and hobbled away.

Marinette looked and saw her box of macaroons had been trampled during the chaos. She checked her phone and realized she was already five minutes late for homeroom. Awesome.

Luckily, since it was only the first day of school, Marinette was far from the last one in the classroom, and was able to slip into an empty seat without a scolding from her new teacher. She had barely settled into her new seat before a perfectly manicured hand slammed onto the table in front of her.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” called the voice from above her.

Marinette looked up at the girl glaring down at her. Chloé hadn't changed from the last time she saw her. She still had the same golden-blonde hair and icy blue eyes staring down at her as if she were some sort of pest. Marinette rolled her eyes impatiently.

“What do you want, Chloé?” she asked.

“What I want is you out of my seat. Adrien is coming today, and since that is going to be his seat,” she pointed to the empty spot beside Marinette, “This is going to be my seat.”

Marinette looked at her, confused.

“Who’s Adrien?” she asked, “And where is he?”

Chloé cackled and looked at her friend Sabrina.

“Can you believe she doesn’t know who Adrien is? What kind of rock have you been living under, Dupain-Cheng?”

“He’s only a super famous model,” Sabrina said.

Marinette looked down at the table, ashamed. Was she supposed to know who this Adrien was?

“Why don't you get out of my seat and go sit with four eyes over there?” said Chloe, “You don’t deserve to sit next to Adrien if you don’t even know who he is.”

“Who elected you class president,” said a new voice.

Marinette looked up and saw a girl with black glasses and ombre red hair that complimented her dark skin.

Chloé stood up and looked the girl in the eye.

“You look like you’re new around here, so I’ll let you off with a warning,” she said, “My daddy is the mayor of this city. I run this school. You and Dupain-Cheng should take my advice and sit in those seats over there unless you want to get expelled on your first day.”

Chloé waved sarcastically to them as the girl with the glasses grabbed Marinette by the arm and dragged her to the two empty seats on the other side of the classroom.

“Sorry about her,” Marinette said as they sat down, “Chloé’s been this way ever since kindergarten and no one can do anything about it.”

“No worries, girl,” she said, reaching out her hand, “I’m Alya.”

Marinette smiled and shook her hand.

“Marinette.”

She opened the box of macaroons and saw that only one was left intact.

“Friends?” she asked, offering one half to Alya.

Alya smiled as she took it.

“Friends.”

Adrien checked his watch irritably as he arrived at the school. It was his first day at a normal school and he was already running late. He didn’t want to start off with a bad first impression. He was already in enough trouble as it was sneaking off to school without his father’s permission, and he didn’t much like the idea of being caught by his bodyguard before he even entered school grounds. He glanced back at his watch. He had five minutes. He tightened his grip on his bag and rushed up the street, before abruptly crashing into something, and spilling the contents of his school bag all over the pavement. Adrien curses under his breath and starts to gather his things before he ground before he looks up at what he bumped into.

In his line of vision was a short Chinese man, who was sprawled on the ground with his cane a few feet away from him. Adrien took a moment to inspect the man’s strange attire; a red Hawaiian shirt, and tan cargo shorts. As he analyzed the old man, Adrien realized that his belongings had also been thrown across the pavement due to their collision. Before Adrien was able to finish gathering his things, he spotted two familiar figures running up to him; his bodyguard and his father’s assistant, Nathalie.

“Adrien, what are you doing out here? Your father’s been worried sick,” Nathalie said disapprovingly, “Gather you things and get in the car. You’re returning home immediately.” 

Adrien felt a sudden flash of anger at the old man, who was still struggling to stand without his cane.

“Thanks a lot, old man,” he said before sweeping the rest of his belongings in his bag, and grabbing the cane off the ground, shoving it harshly in the man’s direction.

“Thank you, young man,” said the old man, as he grabbed his cane and gathered his fallen belongings.

Adrien didn’t respond as he angrily got into the car before it sped off.

Adrien had never considered himself afraid of his father. Sure, when he disobeyed his rules, which tended to happen more often than not these days, his father could become quite strict and irritable, but never to the point where Adrien had felt fear. But now, as he stood across from his father, he understood why others were so often intimidated by Gabriel Agreste. As he stood, waiting patiently for his father to speak, he took the time to analyze his father. With a jolt, he realized how little he had seen of his father in the past few months following his mother’s disappearance. He noticed his father’s blond hair, which had grown much more gray than what he remembered, his crisp white suite that blended perfectly with the stark white that donned his office, and the thick glasses that framed his cold, calculating gray eyes. After what felt like an eternity, his father finally addressed him.

“Adrien, I have already told you countless times. You are not going to school. I thought I made myself clear.”

Adrien suddenly felt very small.

“But father–”

“But nothing, Adrien,” his father interrupted coldly, “Everything you need is in this house where I can keep an eye on you. You have no reason to be outside in that dangerous world.”

“It’s not dangerous, Father,” Adrien pleaded, “I’ve always been stuck here by myself. Why can’t I just go to school and be normal like everyone else?”

“Because you’re not like everyone else! You are my son!” Gabriel said sharply, “Do you have any more unreasonable requests, or can I return to my office?”

“No, father,” Adrien said, refusing to meet Gabriel’s eyes.

Gabriel crossed the room, coming closer towards Adrien before placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I know that I may seem strict and unreasonable at times, Adrien, but you must know that I’m doing this to keep you safe. Everything I do is for your own good. Do you understand that, Adrien?”

Adrien looked up to meet his father’s gray eyes, which, suddenly, didn't seem so cold and distant.

“Yes, father,” he said at last.

To his father’s dismay, Adrien had not changed his mind after their talk the previous day. He made sure to sneak out much earlier than he had the day before, and was able to slip out of the manor undetected. As he snuck through the silent halls of the manor, Adrien felt a pang of guilt as he spotted his father asleep at his office desk through the wide open doors. He knew that his father worked tirelessly to give him the best life he could, but, as he had come to realize over the past several months, his father didn’t always know best, and Adrien needed to be able to make some decisions for himself. Adrien tore his eyes away from the father and quickly snuck out of the manor before he could be caught.

This time, Adrien was able to enter the school without being caught by his bodyguard, or being knocked over by another old man. The thought of the man from yesterday caused a flash of anger. He was sure he wouldn’t have been caught by Nathalie if he hadn’t slowed him down. Adrien swallowed his anger and entered the classroom. 

“Adrikins!” called Chloé as he sat down, “I was afraid you weren’t coming.”

Marinette stares wide-eyed at the blonde boy sitting next to Chloé.

“That’s Adrien Agreste,” she says to Alya.

Alya looks over at the two blondes.

“Who’s Adrien?” she asks, as she peers at him over her glasses, “Is he famous or something, like Chloé?”

“He’s only a super famous model, and the son of Gabriel Agreste, my all-time favorite fashion designer! I can’t believe I didn’t recognize his name before!”

“Well, if he’s friends with Chloé he can’t be all that great,” said Alya.

Marinette looked over at Adrien, who was busy ignoring Chloé.

“Yeah. I guess you might be right.”

Adrien arrived early for class on his second day and took his seat next to Chloé. It took him longer than it should have to realize that Chloé wasn’t actually sitting next to him. Adrien scanned the room before he spotted her and her friend Sabrina at a table on the other side of the room. He sighed and walked over.

“What exactly are you two doing,” he asked as he walked over.

“Those girls that sat here yesterday need a little adjustment to their attitude,” she said, “I’m simply demanding a bit of respect, that’s all.”

“Is it necessary to put gum on their seat?” he asked raising his eyebrow, “That seems pretty immature to me,”

Chloé looked at him like he was some sort of pitiful animal.

“Oh, Adrikins. You have a lot to learn about how things run around here. Some people are born to be at the top, while others are meant to stay beneath us. Those two brats need to remember their place.”

Adrien rolled his eyes at her.

“You’re acting like a toddler,” he said as he tried picking the gum off of the seat.

The second day of school started off a lot more smoothly for Marinette. She had actually woken up before her alarm and even had time to eat breakfast before going off to school. For a mere second, she could have sworn she saw the old man she had run into the day before, but as soon as she blinked, he was gone.

“That’s odd,” she thought to herself before continuing on her way to school. As she walked up to the school, Marinette quickly spotted Alya standing at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for her. The girls had quickly become friends after spending the first day of school together and they were practically attached at the hip.

“Hey, girl,” Alya called, waving her over.

Marinette waved back, and the two girls walked into the school together.

“Ready for another exciting day of school?” asked Alya with a sly grin.

Marinette rolled her eyes playfully.

“Yeah. I’m so excited to spend another day with Chloé. That sounds like a dream come true.”

The two girls giggled to themselves as they entered the classroom before they witnessed a scene that shocked both of them.

“Hey!” Marinette called as she stomped over to Adrien, ”What do you think you’re doing?”

Adrien jumped up and gaped at Marinette as Chloé and Sabrina cackled from the other side of the room.

“Oh, I get it,” Marinette said, narrowing her eyes, ”Great job, you three. Very funny.”

Adrien stood up and glared down at her.

“Actually, I was just trying to take the gum off your seat,” he said with an icy tone, “You should be grateful that I went out of my way to help you,”

“You’re friends with Chloé, right?” she asked.

Adrien’s eyes widened in shock.

“Figures,” said Marinette with a huff before walking to her seat.

Adrien rolled his eyes and walked over to his seat next to Chloé, before seeing Sabrina already sitting there. He grabbed his things irritably and walked to the only empty seat. On the other side of the bench, there was a boy sitting there, scrolling through his phone. The boy had deep brown skin and eyes framed by a pair of black glasses. What Adrien found the most notable about his appearance was the pair of large headphones around his neck.

Adrien cleared his throat and went up to him.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” he asked, “Someone took my old seat.”

 The boy shrugged and Adrien set down his stuff and sat next to him.

“I’m Adrien,” he said and stuck out his hand for the boy to shake.

The boy didn’t look up from his phone as he responded.

“I know who you are,” he said, “Hell, everyone in Paris knows who you are.”

He paused for a moment before speaking again.

“You’re friends with Chloé, aren’t you?” he asked.

Adrien shrugged.

“I guess so,”

The boy looked up from his phone and looked Adrien in the eye.

“Why do you put up with her anyway? You don’t really seem like the bullying type,” he asked, “I saw you try to stop them from putting gum on that girl’s seat. Why didn’t you tell her it was all Chloé’s idea? ”

“I’ve known Chloé my whole life, ever since we were kids,” Adrien said, suddenly feeling very vulnerable, “I can’t just throw her under the bus like that. She’s the only friend I have.”

“Well, in that case, it sounds like you need new friends, dude. I’m Nino.”

“Sure.” You nodded and pushed the door open. He went to his collection of picks and pulled out one of them from it’s spot on the wall. He then put it in your hand so you could see.

You gasped, “no way.”

“Yes way.” He grinned.

“You got one of the limited edition Jagged Stone picks?” You asked as you examined the small piece of plastic, “that’s insane! How’d you get it?”

He pretended to nonchalantly shrug, “just a friend.”

“That’s so cool!” you gushed. You weren’t exactly a guitar player, but you did keep up with what was happening in the music world. If only to keep up with what Luka was talking about.

“(y/n)!” you heard your name being called, “we’re going to start our homework without you!” Rose shouted.

You blanched, Ms. Mendeleev gave some hard homework for tonight and you did not want to miss help with that. “Sorry, I’ve got to go.” You gave him back his pick, “I’ll talk to you later though!” you waved at him before you darted to Juleka’s room.

“What were you doing with my brother?” Juleka teased with a knowing look.

“He was just showing me his Jagged Stone pick.” You answered with your face buried in your bag as you looked for your homework and to hide your blush.

“What really?” Juleka gasped, “he hasn’t even shown me that!”

“Wait what?” you asked in confusion and you looked out of your bag to face her, “seriously?”

“He must really like you then.” Rose grinned.

“That’s very kind of him.” You answered nonchalantly but buried your head in your bag again.

“Does (y/n) have a crush?” Rose cooed.

“Not so loud!” you shushed her and worriedly looked at the closed door to Juleka’s room.

“So you do!” Rose squealed and you winced as she did the exact opposite of what you wanted her to do.

“I don’t!” you vehemently tried to argue back, but it wasn’t doing much good. Rose’s love radar was up and active.

“And it’s on my brother.” Juleka looked at you in shock.

“No, no, it’s not.” You desperately tried to calm the situation down.

Juleka smiled, “we’re totally setting the two of you up.”

“Please don’t.” You hid your face in your hands.

“You guys would be so cute together!” Rose gushed.

“Guys.” You whined, “don’t we have homework to do?”

“Nu-uh, this is more important.” Juleka replied and shoved all of your books and notes aside.

You groaned and fell onto the ground, “why? Ms. Mendeleev will be furious if we don’t do our homework! And you have practice later today.”

“She has a point.” Juleka nodded and Rose sullenly agreed.

“But don’t think we’re forgetting about this!” Rose brightened up. You just groaned.

...

“I just realized something,” Luka sat down next to you.

“Huh?” you asked him dumbfounded, had he already figured out that you had a massive crush on him? You had only come to terms with it a couple hours ago.

“You always come to our practices.” He remarked thoughtfully.

You silently let out a sigh of relief, but then resisted the urge to hit the black and blue haired boy. He just now realized that? “Well of course I do. You guys are my favorite band! So I’m going to show my support!” you grinned.

“Your favorite band?” he looked down at you dubiously but you could tell he was laughing on the inside, “and there’s nothing biased about that statement.”

“Juleka said the exact same thing.” You whined, “maybe it’s a little biased.”

“A lot biased!” Rose shouted with a grin. Your eyes widened and you glared at her with your hand up to your neck in the universal sign that you were going to kill her when this entire thing was done.

He laughed as he clearly saw the sign you gave Rose, “well anyways. I’m glad to have you here supporting us.” He stood up, “I should go help set up. Talk to you later.” He waved.

As soon as he was out of earshot you turned to Rose, “Rose I’m going to kill you!”

“What why?” she asked in shock, “I haven’t done anything yet!”

“(y/n)! I need your help!” Juleka called. You ran over to her, “can you help hang this up?” she handed you a roll of streamers.

“Why do you need this up?” you asked and held it up.

“Because of the aesthetic.” She answered simply then patted the ladder next to you.

You sighed, you still didn’t understand but she knew what she was doing. You climbed onto the steps of the ladder as she held the ladder. You were starting to tape up the streamers when the ladder suddenly shook and you lost balance and fell off the ladder. You screamed and shut your eyes in preparation to his the ground when you realized you didn’t hit anything hard, but you had stopped falling. You opened up an eye and was met with blue. “Oh, hi Luka.” You stuttered.

He let you down back on your feet, “you should be more careful, you could’ve died.” He lectured.

“Blame Juleka, she was the one holding the ladder.” You muttered as you glared at said person. Said person just gave you a grin and waved.

“I guess you could say she fell for you!” Rose called from across the room.

You spun around and was about to really kill Rose when Luka laughed, “I can’t disagree with that.”

“In more ways than one.” You mumbled but then clasped your hands over your mouth in shock.

“You,” Luka looked at you in shock, “like me?”

“Of course I do,” you tried to wave off your blunder, “who wouldn’t like you? You’re totally awesome!”

“She like-likes you!” Rose yelled out again.

You felt your eye twitch as you continued to smile at Luka. Rose was really asking for it. “That’s good.” Luka smiled and the atmosphere seemed to have softened, “because I like-like you too.”

“Huh?” your jaw dropped, were you hearing things correctly?

“That was lame,” he sighed, “I really like you too.” He told you.

“Uh, me too.” You stuttered. You were mentally berating yourself, normally you were fine around Luka, but now you suddenly have a frog in your mouth?

“So you won’t mind if I…” he trailed off and leant down to capture your lips in a kiss. Once you realized what was happening, you stood up on your tiptoes to meet him halfway.

“No, I don’t mind.” You smiled. The two of you stood there for awhile. Foreheads touching and arms wrapped around each other. You suddenly broke off when you heard cheering though. Mainly from Rose. “Do you mind if I go kill her?” you asked softly.

“She’s our lead singer. I can’t let you do that.” He answered equally soft.

“No idea,” was his nasally response as he pulled himself to sit upright on his bed. You let out a hum as you sat down on the bed next to him and rubbed at his blanket covered head, he looked tiny and you couldn’t help it. “I’m glad to see you though.”

“You could’ve just asked for a picture,” you teased with a grin.

“I have seen more than enough photos of the underside of your chin and your nostrils,” he teased with a snort that was followed up with him blowing his nose into a tissue and dropping the used tissue into the full trash bin that he pulled next to his bed.

You let out a sound of mock offense as you pulled your hand away from his head to place it upon your heart, “excuse you, those are a work of art!”

“You’re right, it is.” He cheesily grinned back, looking quite proud of his comeback.

You let out an embarrassed sound and covered your face, “no, I was being sarcastic.” You whined and fell onto your side, not expecting him to agree with your statement. “I look awful in those photos.”

“Not to me.” You peeked between your fingers to see him continuing to look at you with that goofy, almost love-struck grin of his. As much as you disliked your embarrassment, seeing him look that happy made up for it, especially as his mom reported to you that he’s been a little lifeless all day. You didn’t blame him, whatever he caught seemed to be taking a brutal toll on him.

“You’re too cheesy,” you told him as you leaned forward to give him a tap on the nose and leaning past him to grab the soup bowl on the table.

He let out a loud, long groan when he noticed the liquid that you were holding, “I don’t need anymore!”

You let out a pout as you stirred the soup a little to remove the cold film that was forming on top, “your mom said you barely touched it earlier.”

He let out another groan before falling back onto his bed, bringing the blankets with him, “because I’m not hungry!”

You raised an eyebrow at him in a challenge, recognizing how childish he sounded, “do you want me to spoon feed you like a baby?”

He eyed you from his laying position on his bed, his blue eyes barely peeking out over the blankets that he wrapped around to his chin, “don’t you dare.”

“Then sit up and eat your soup like a man.” He let out a grunt and pulled the blankets over his face.

Fine, if he was going to play hard to get, then so would you. You placed the bowl back on his table and it made a soft ‘thunk.’ “All right, I’ll see you when you get better Luka.” You bade him your farewell as you stood up from his bed.

The blankets were thrown off his face and he looked at you with puppy dog eyes, “but you just got here.”

“And you’re not eating your soup.” You scolded as you made your way across the room.

With a shocking amount of urgency for someone who looked to be the equivalent of a slug, he leaned over to the bowl of soup on his bed and took a spoonful, “okay, okay, I’m eating it!” you smiled as you stopped walking to watch him hastily feed himself the warm liquid. Seeing as he was indeed making an attempt at finishing what was in the bowl, you made your way back to your seat on his bed.

It wasn’t long until he finished the bowl and he placed it back on the table, “happy?” he asked sullenly, still sounding childish.

“Yes,” you replied with a smile as you wrapped your arms around him and his blankets in a hug.

“Can I get a kiss?” he asked and made kissy faces to you while turning his head towards your own.

“No!” you let out a shriek of laughter as you moved away from him, “I’m gonna get sick!”

“But I ate the soup like you wanted!” he pouted before managing to get on his knees and fall onto your chest with a large ‘whump.’ Blanket cocoon and all.

You continued to laugh as you tried to keep his face away from yours, him still trying to lay a kiss on you. “If I get sick this is your fault!” you yelped as you tried to push his face away with your hands.

“You won’t get sick.” He replied easily as the two of you continued to wrestle with each other. “Your immune system is better than mine.” You let out a sigh when it seemed like he wasn’t going to let up and let him kiss you on the cheek.

“You missed,” you told him before leaning up to plant a kiss on his slightly chapped lips. You weren’t going to lie, you definitely missed him during the day, so this was just you getting back all of the affection that you missed during the day.

“Remember, you said I won’t get sick,” you teased as the two of you broke apart, foreheads resting against each other.

“That was assuming I only kissed your cheek.”

A few days later you were sick.

"Chat Noir." You couldn't help it as the words tumbled out of your mouth.

"That's me." He grinned, "now what's weird?"

"Ahahaha, nothing, nothing at all." You waved off his question and looked away to try and hide the red glow on your cheeks, "absolutely nothing. Did I mention that it was nothing weird? Yeah, there's nothing weird."

"So what are you doing up here?" he asked and casually walked to where you were standing. Stunned, you watched him walk towards you then sit up on the wall next to you.

"Don't fall off please." You mumbled but then remembered he asked you a question. "Oh! I'm just getting some fresh air up here. It was getting stuffy downstairs." You turned away from him and pressed your hands to your cheeks. Yup, they were burning.

He nodded, "I can see why. All of the people and the cars and tourists. It's not a bad place though."

"Of course not. Just, sometimes you need to get away from it all." You gazed out at the scenery below you again, "what's it like?"

"What's what like?" he questioned in surprise.

"Being a superhero? All of Paris looks up to you." You mused.

He awkwardly laughed, "oh I'm sure not all of Paris. I'm sure all of Paris looks up to Ladybug though." He added quietly.

You looked to your side to see the dejected cat next to you, "if it's any consolation, I prefer you over Ladybug." You grinned.

"You don't need to say that just to make me feel better." He avoided your gaze.

"But it's true!" you protested. You placed your hands on the wall and sat up next to him. The more you talked with him the more you realized how easy it was to talk to him. For a few moments you could forget that he was a celebrity and you were star struck by him and harbored a major crush. "You always have Ladybug's back, I can tell that you're incredibly loyal. Plus, you're super strong! I couldn't imagine being in your position and getting beat up by akumatized villains practically every day."

He looked at you with a smile and you could see his green eyes up close, "thanks." There was a beeping sound and both of your eyes widened. "Oh no, I've got to go. Can I meet you here tomorrow? Same time?" he asked as he stood up on the wall.

"I'll be waiting for you, kitty." You grinned. He smiled back and jumped off to who knows where.

"Eep." You declared and hid behind (f/n).

Luka laughed, "well thanks for the support (y/n). I'm going to go hide from fangirls now if that's alright."

"Of course, see you later!" (f/n) waved and Luka disappeared to who knows where. "Girl!" (f/n) scolded and turned to you, "why are you hiding from him?"

"He's just so awesome! He's on an entirely different level from me. No way I could talk to a guy like him!" you explained.

"But he talked to you, so..."

"Let's just get to class." You turned away from her and hurried to your class.

(f/n) ran up next to you and sang in your ear, "(y/n) and Luka sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-"

"What are you, 10?" you demanded but your face was definitely a bit redder than it was before.

...

"Luka!" you and (f/n) were sitting down to eat lunch when (f/n) practically screamed Luka's name across the cafeteria.

"What are you doing?" you asked in a hushed panic, "you can't invite him! I turn into a nervous wreck every time I'm even near him!"

"Oh look, he's coming over." (f/n) smiled, "and it looks like he's bringing his food too."

"Hi (y/n), hi (f/n)." Luka greeted and sat down across from you, "how's your day been?"

You froze and you could definitely feel your face heat up, "I- excuse me." You stuttered before running out of the cafeteria.

"Does she hate me?" Luka asked (f/n) worriedly.

"Of course she doesn't," (f/n) reassured him, "she's just a blubbering adorable mess when you're around her."

Luka let out a small laugh, "cute."

...

It was after school and all you wanted to do was to go home and relax...and definitely ignore your homework for as long as possible. "Hey (y/n)!" your head jolted up as you heard your name be called. You looked around and your face almost paled when you realized it was Luka who was waving to get your attention.

"I, uh," you quickly turned away from him and ran down the street. Hopefully he didn't see you look back at him. You ran around the corner and hid against it, after a few moments of nobody running past the corner looking for you, you breathed a sigh of relief.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you fumbled to get it out, it was (f/n), 'where are you!' the text read.

'Oops, I'm on my way home already.' You texted a reply as you carefully navigated yourself through the streets of Paris without hitting people.

'What? You ditched me! Do I smell a betrayal?'

'No! No! Of course not!' you sent a panicked text in reply, 'I'm just running away from Luka.'

'Why? You're going to scare him away!' you could practically see (f/n)'s chastising face.

'If anything, he's the one scaring me away!'

'Well don't! He likes you, so don't push him away! I know you like him back!' You froze. Did (f/n) mean what you thought she meant? Did Luka like you? As in more than a friend?

'Do you mean like-like or just like as a friend?' you had to confirm what they said. You refused to get your hopes up.

'I didn't say anything!'

'Uh...yeah you did, just look at the text message history. What are you hiding (f/n)?'

'Nothing! Listen I've got to go, talk to you later!'

'(f/n) wait! You can't just leave me hanging!' you let out a frustrated sigh as she stopped responding. They left you on 'read' for crying out loud. "Darn you (f/n)." You grumbled and kicked a can that was just lying on the ground, "getting my hopes up like that."

...

"You! Have some explaining to do!" you nearly shouted in (f/n)'s face the next day.

"What is it?" (f/n) asked nonchalantly as they ate a protein bar.

"You said Luka likes me?"

(f/n) choked on their protein bar and you were feeling merciless that morning, so you let them struggle without offering any help. "Um, no. I did not. Hey look there he is, why don't you just ask him yourself? Luka!" they shouted and once again you were in the situation as you attempted to stop their furious waving around to spare you some embarrassment.

"Oh my god (f/n)!" you whined and hid behind them, "spare me some embarrassment today!"

"Too late!" they whispered cheekily, "how are you today Luka?"

"Alright." He shrugged, "did you not hear me yesterday (y/n)?" he tried to lean around (f/n) to talk to you.

"No?" you squeaked before running away from (f/n) and Luka.

"And you're sure she likes me?" Luka asked dubiously as he watched you run away.

(f/n) nodded, "a hundred percent positive. She's just shy. Really shy."

"Luka!" there was another voice calling out his name and he tried to conceal a wince.

"More fangirls?" (f/n) asked.

Luka sighed, "wish me luck."

"Luck."

...

"I just came to a realization." You declared the moment (f/n) sat down next to you.

"That you like Luka back and are too scared to admit it?" (f/n) asked without missing a beat.

"Yes, but that's not the main thing."

"Okay-hold up!" they turned their entire body to look directly at you, "did you just verbally admit that you are head over heels in love with Luka Couffaine and that you are way to shy and scared to even talk to him let alone admit it to his face?"

You hesitated, "maybe? That's not what I want to talk about though!"

"Okay, I'm listening."

"Why does Luka spend so much time with us? He has hordes of other fangirls to deal with. He's practically a celebrity at our school!"

"Because he likes hanging out with us?" (f/n) turned away from you and mumbled something under their breath.

"Wait what did you say?"

"Nothing!"

"What is it!" you shouted and nearly grabbed their shoulders to shake them.

"I promised I wouldn't tell!"

"Promised who!"

"It's a secret!"

"Ugh!" you let yourself fall onto the desk in front of you.

"Just hear him out okay?" (f/n) looked at you consolingly, "he's been trying to talk to you for a reason."

"You know me, I'm too shy to talk to him." You whined.

"I will hold you by force if need be." (f/n) threatened, and you could tell by the steely glint in their eyes that they weren't joking.

"O-Oh. Okay."

"After school today, you have to promise me that."

You sighed, "I promise."

"Pinky promise?"

"What are you, ten?"

...

"Oh hey! There he is!" (f/n) brightened up as she saw the blue-eyed boy you were nervously avoiding for the past few days. They turned to you with a serious look on their face, "I am going to call him over and you are going to stay here. Got it?"

"Yup." You looked away from (f/n) and nervously shifted your weight.

"Luka!" (f/n) screeched and waved their hand around. To be honest, you were almost glad this whole thing was about to be over, you were tired of (f/n) screeching and waving and you running away. That didn't mean you were any less nervous to be around him. You were just looking forward to getting this over with.

Luka grinned as he walked over, "are you going to run away again (y/n)?"

"No." You muttered and looked at your feet who were urging to sprint in the other direction.

"Wait really?" you could hear shock and was that excitement (?) in his voice, "awesome!"

"(f/n) said you wanted to say something?" you were still forcibly making eye contact with the toes of your shoes.

"Yeah, so um." You heard him laugh nervously, "I think you're really cute (y/n)."

"Eh?" your head shot up to look at him. He didn't look like he was lying, and his face definitely looked a little redder than it normally did. Not that you were obsessively watching his music videos and watching his face whenever he appeared. Cough cough.

"Um," he coughed, "so, would you like to get some ice cream together?"

"Like a- are you? A? Friends? Date? Wha?" you stuttered out. Were you hearing this correctly? Did your celebrity crush just tell you that you were cute and asked you to get ice cream together?

"Yeah like a date." He avoided looking at you and fixated his gaze on the concrete next to you.

"This is the part where you say yes!" you heard a hushed yell behind you and whipped around to see (f/n) hiding in the bushes.

"Wait-how did you get there? When did you get there?"

"Just say yes you dork!"

"Uh," you hesitated and looked back at Luka, "sure."

"Really?" his face brightened as he looked away from the ground back to you.

You smiled, his happiness was contagious, "yeah! I'd like that."

"Do you wanna go now?" he nervously asked.

"Oh! Um, sure! I don't have any plans."

"Cool!" tentatively he reached out a hand to hold yours. Upon realizing this, you clasped your hand within his and then looked away blushing furiously. "You're still adorably shy, aren't you."

"I'm not adorable." You tried to deny.

"Come on, let's go get some ice cream." Luka declared and the two of you walked hand in hand out of school to get some ice cream.

"Woot! Go (y/n)! Go Luka!" the two of you heard (f/n) screaming from behind.