Theo's fingers twirled the pencil around absentmindedly as his eyes found the booming blog that was lit up with another Akuma battle though his eyes easily found the way that she reacted with who he was pretty sure was Cat Noir's civilian identity.
Her face was flushed, but a part of her was still confident; he loved that about her.
She's so brave and kind, and he's crazy about that, about her.
Theo wishes that he could reach out and wrap her up in his arms, wishes that they'd stay warm huddled up close.
Ladybug is like the sun come alive to Theo, a source of inspiration, though even with that, Cat Noir had tainted the memories with a few simple words.
Theo knew that the only way to have her heart was to be Cat Noir's civilian self, Adrien Agreste, because he wasn't blind to how she treated the boy; Cat Noir surely wasn't blind to it anymore either.
He wondered if her honest praises were as far as they'd come, as far as they'd get, and he just wished that he'd have more than an autograph.
Theo wanted to know her behind the mask, give her the world, and he wanted to see her in a beautiful, one of a kind wedding dress; white may suit her almost as much as black and red do.
He dreams about her sometimes and what they can be if he'd been lucky enough to draw close to her.
Ladybug is confident and kind and brave; she has her moments of fear, of trembling, of shyness, and Theo's grown to love her all the more for them.
She's become the cool moon to him, so vibrant, so full of life, and with a whole world of discovery in its depths.
He wonders if she realizes that every mistake that she makes only makes her more beautiful, more real to Theo.
Theo knows better, knows better in the way that her stare has stayed on even Cat Noir now, knows better with how a part of her is gift wrapped in a bow to Cat Noir's civilian identity, and he definitely knows that he should move on. It's hopeless after all, like beating a dead horse.
She is better though, so full of life, and yet every time someone tries to charm her, she pushes back away from it twice as hard with perhaps an exception of Cat Noir.
He wonders if she's realized yet who he is and if Cat Noir knows who she is behind the mask, because he's come to know that they didn't before, no matter what Cat Noir's jealousy tells him.
Theo stares at his latest drawing of Ladybug, stares at it and sees life; he wishes that his countless statues could even come close to catching that vibrancy, but they don't, they never do.
The artist loves her, feels it in every burst of his chest, and knows that he can't have her, feels that in every crack and tear within him.
His eyes close, but he refuses to cry over this anymore, refuses to become another example of an Akuma victim, is relieved that no Akumas trap him anymore, because he can't help but love her all the more.