Hello ML fandom! Here's my first story for Miraculous. Blind!Adrien Deaf!Marinette what could go wrong? Few notes: When anyone is signing, it will be marked in quotations AND italics. It was the easiest way to differentiate. Enjoy! And please review!

Adrien counted the steps as he walked from one wall to the other. He didn't need to. He knew there were exactly 96 steps from wall to wall. He had everything memorized: the steps around the perimeter, the steps to the dining room, the steps to the front door. Not that it mattered. He held his cane loosely in his hand as it grazed the smooth floor.

"Adrien, your father wishes to speak with you." Nathalie's voice came over the intercom and the door almost immediately swung open. Judging by the size of the hand on his shoulder, it was probably Gorilla. He was Adrien's usual escort.

Despite his insistence that he didn't need an escort to get around the house he had been living in his whole life, Adrien still had them. He sighed and allowed himself to be led to his father's office.

Adrien hated his father's office. It was colder than the rest of the house, the curtains always drawn shut. And it was always so quiet, Adrien thought he lost his hearing as well as his sight. "Nathalie said you wished to speak to me?"

"Yes. I received your request for school. I thought we ended this discussion."

"College Francoise Dupont is a blended school, father. They have students like me so they teach with them in mind. If I could just go-"

"Enough." his father said, his voice gaining an edge that told Adrien logic wouldn't help. "You have everything needed here. I will hear no more on this matter. Klaus, escort my son back to his room."

Adrien sighed. His father never listened. At least…not anymore. Not since… His hand grazed a portrait as he was escorted back. He may not be able to see it but somehow just touching a picture of his mother helped.

Since her disappearance a year ago, Adrien's life sucked. His mother was the one that enrolled him in classes outside the house, encouraged him when he wanted to try sports despite his inability to see, found him audio books and braille that were more than lessons. He was taking gymnastics and swimming and Chinese and interacting with the world around him. He even modeled from time to time. Now his daily schedule was breakfast, lesson, lunch, lesson, dinner, bed. His father was stringent in anything that could be harmful.

The door to his room clicked shut behind him, leaving him alone again. Adrien clenched his hands. Tomorrow was a new day. Tomorrow he would try plan b.

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"Are you sure about this sweetheart? We understand if you're not ready to go back," her mother signed as Marinette shouldered her school bag.

Mari smiled, knowing her parents meant well, "I'm sure. How else will I know if I get stuck with Chloe for the fourth year in a row?"

Sabine returned her smile, admiring her daughter's bravery and strength. Tom handed Mari a box of macaroons then signed, "We're only a text away. Have a good day!"

Mari gave them both a hug, then hurried out to school. It was her first day back, first day of school. She wasn't going to mess this up.

Of course, Marinette never had the best of luck.

She was almost to school, waiting to cross the street when she noticed an elderly man in the middle of the road. Alarmed, she looked around, none of the adults seemed to notice, too busy on smart phones to bother looking up. She bit her lip, looking down the road. A car was coming quickly. Tapping her foot, she tried to will the old man to walk faster. Suddenly he tripped, his cane flying out. Mari gave a cry and leapt into the road, taking the man's arm and dragging him to safety as the car zoomed by. In typical Mari fashion, she tripped on the curb in doing so, her macaroons spilling out on the sidewalk.

The old man smiled at her, helping her pick up the runaway cookies. He said something to her and Marinette gave a sheepish smile, pointing at her ears and saying, "I'm deaf. I can't hear you."

A look of recognition flitted across his face, he raised his hands and signed, "My apologies. I merely wanted to thank you."

Mari smiled, "You're welcome."

She handed him a macaroon, then glanced at her watch. She was so late. Helping the man up, she gave a quick bow and ran off, rushing into school.

The man watched her go, a small turtle poking it's head out of his collar, "Are you sure master?"

He nodded, "The path will not be easy, but I do not doubt this choice."

Marinette stumbled into class with just enough time. Sure enough, Chloe was in her class and for some reason in her seat. She frowned, "Chloe, that's my seat."

Chloe gave her a smug smile, "Sorry, I don't speak loser."

Marinate held back a growl. She knew very well that Chloe could sign. Students going to Francoise had to take classes in sign language and braille. It was part of the curriculum.

Before she could do anything about it, a new girl came over and put her arm around Mari, "Let me translate for you. Move b-"

"Alright, class, please take your seats. Alya, you and Marinette can sit behind Nino." The teacher spoke and signed. Mari sighed, following the new girl to a seat on the other side.

"Hi, I'm Alya," the girl signed as they sat down. She smiled at Mari, pushing up her glasses.

Marinette smiled, "I'm Marinette. You've met Chloe I see."

"What's a girl like that even doing in this class if she won't sign?"

She shrugged, not too sure of that answer. Rumors were that Chloe's father put her in this school in an effort to mellow her out. But it was one of the top schools in Paris, it made sense for the mayor's daughter to attend, "Most likely to torture the rest of us."

Alya snickered, covering her mouth to muffle the noise. Mari offered her some of the macaroons, "What about you? What brings you to this school?"

"Just moved to Paris, I went to a school like this back home."

Mari nodded, noticing how careful she was to not mention disabilities. Aya clearly wasn't deaf or blind, which was the typical situation here. But there were kids that came for the sole purpose to interact and learn a different way of learning. She smiled, perhaps this year wouldn't be so bad.

Nino sat in front of them. As the teacher handed out the beginning of the school year papers, he turned and greeted the girls behind him. His short buzz cut did nothing to hide the cochlear implants and headphones hung around his neck. Mari felt a twinge of jealousy, but she offered the cookies to her childhood friend with a smile.

"How goes it, my bionic DJ friend?" Mari asked with a grin.

"Bionic DJ?" Alya asked, sniffing a story.

Mari nodded seriously, "He got implants to further his DJing skills, soon he'll replace both ears in order to rule the world through music."

Nino rolled his eyes but smiled as Alya snorted. "At least my mad skills go beyond tripping on thin air."

Marinette stuck her tongue at him. The teacher hit a ruler on their desk, making all three jump. Meekly, they turned their attention to the lesson, each one with varying degrees of smiles on their faces. Yes, perhaps it would be a good year after all.