Adrien Agreste stifled a yawn as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Every second he could feel his eyelids grow even heavier. He'd managed to stay awake all day- on a Monday no less- but the lack of sleep after dealing with last night's Akuma weighed heavily upon him. On top of that, the afternoon sun streaming through the window was warming just the right spot on his back and he'd never felt like a nap more than now. Perhaps that was just his 'Chat Noir' talking though. Another yawn forced its way out of his lips and Adrien struggled to contain it.

"Mr Agreste!" Adrien snapped to attention, his back straightening automatically. Mme. Bustier was staring at him, her arms crossed and her foot tapping the floor.

"Might I recommend you revise your current sleep schedule Mr Agreste?" she asked sharply.

"Sorry miss," Adrien rubbed the back of his neck bashfully and looked down at his desk. Even if his sleep schedule (or lack thereof) wasn't his fault, he couldn't stop a feeling of guilt worming its way around his stomach.

Mme. Bustier nodded and returned to her lesson. An elbow nudged his side and Adrien turned to look at Nino, who slid a torn scrap of paper in front of him.

You okay dude?

Nino peered at Adrien with worried eyes and Adrien grinned weakly and gave him a thumbs up. Unconvinced, Nino scribbled something else on the paper.

How much sleep did you get last night man?

Adrien frowned as he tried to recall what time he'd snuck back into his house. Surely it couldn't have been past one when he got home. Adrien stifled another yawn and scratched an untidy 6 on the page. Six hours? Surely that was just enough to get by right? The glare Nino sent him said otherwise. Nino hunched over the scrap of paper scribbling furiously.

Adrien sighed and shot a glance at Mme. Bustier to make sure she wasn't watching. Sure enough, the redhead was still engrossed in her lecture about the literary techniques used in the poem Tomorrow, at Dawn. Nino forced the slip of paper under his nose.

6 hours? What do you do at night dude?

Adrien briefly considered writing a smart-alecky comment about being Chat Noir but ultimately decided against it. He was tired, but not tired enough to make a mistake like that. Adrien scrawled his answer onto the sheet in long, loopy letters.

Ladyblog.

Nino sniffed and turned his gaze back at the board. Adrien sighed. Mme. Bustier was explaining something he couldn't quite make out, her hands dancing energetically through the air. Adrien wished he had his phone in his pocket to check the time. Surely class was nearly over. In just a few moments maybe...

The windows shuddered violently as metal bars slammed around the outside, completely enclosing the classroom. A deafening roar shuddered through the school, almost waking Adrien from his half-dead state. Shrieks and cried erupted all over the room as the class dissolved into absolute anarchy.

Akuma.

Adrien banged his head on the table, ignoring the stinging sensation as his skull came in contact with the hard wood. How was Hawkmoth able to make so many of those abominations so soon!? It was absolutely ludicrous. Maybe his plan wasn't to win by force. Maybe, just maybe, he was going to tire them out until they couldn't fight back and then waltz in and take the miraculous by himself.

Plagg's green eyes blinked at him from his bag and Adrien groaned and stood up, pushing his chair to the side. Yayy, he moaned internally, not looking forward to this. Transformation time. Adrien reached the door, only to be bowled over by none other then Ladybug as she practically flew into the classroom.

Adrien hit the floor with a bang and Ladybug went down on top of him.

Impact pain aside, he thought, lying down felt so much better than standing up.

Any other time, such close proximity to his lady would have caused him to practically purr in delight. Today, however, he was too tired to care. Sleep deprivation conquers all, it would seem. Adrien clambered to his feet, muttered an apology to her beetroot face and stepped through the door.

Only to see a flash of pain and find himself on his back again.

The doorway was sealed over, covered by what looked suspiciously like steel plates. Adrien rubbed his head. The screaming and the shouting was doing his head in. Mme. Bustier was standing at the head of the room doing her best to corral the class into a manageable group with little success. Half the students were hiding under their desks and the others were busy trying to find somewhere better to hide. The Akuma dropped through the ceiling and Mme. Bustier gave up on controlling the students and joined a group huddled under a desk.

Adrien looked for a place to transform. The more he looked, the fewer options he had. Ladybug was engaging the Akuma (Who called himself something that Adrien was not going to remember) in a frantic game of cat and mouse while the rest of the class stayed as far away as they could. Adrien looked at his phone. School should have ended twelve minutes ago!

Adrien frowned. If Hawkmoth hadn't sent his stupid butterfly after some angry person, he could be asleep by now. Adrien's frown deepened into a scowl. But no. Another Akuma just had to worm its way into his day and mess it up even more. Adrien stood up. That stupid butterfly man. If he ever found out who Hawkmoth really was, he'd make sure that man rued the day he ever touched the butterfly miraculous.

"Adrien, what are you doing?" Adrien ignored Nino's panicked hiss. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to punch Hawkmoth in the face, as hard as he could. Unfortunately, the supervillain wasn't close enough to do that. However, the Akuma was.

"Adrien, get down!" It was Ladybug herself, diving towards him. Adrien ducked and Ladybug landed a few metres away. The Akuma loomed over him, chuckling threateningly.

"Any last words kid?" Adrien shot it the most impressive death glare he could muster in his zombie-like state.

"This is for the stupid butterfly man." The Akuma opened its mouth to respond and Adrien slammed his clenched fist into its head so hard that the butterfly was torn from it. The Akuma slammed into the far wall of the classroom, dropping to the floor as its costume faded.

Adrien huffed angrily and wiped his hands on his shirt. That felt good. Adrien turned around to find the entire class, Ladybug included, staring at him slack-jawed.

Oh...

The little butterfly flitted towards the students. Ladybug snapped out of her trance, automatically catching and purifying it. With a cry of Miraculous Ladybug, the steel panels disappeared in a shower of ladybugs.

"Dude..." Nino whispered. Adrien stiffly retrieved his bag from under his desk and scampered from the classroom. He could feel the eyes of his classmates burning into his back as he left. The sound of Ladybug's yoyo echoed through the hall behind him and Adrien ducked into a classroom.