There were some days that Adrien regretted how sharp his senses were while transformed.

Like the days their path of battling Akuma brought him downwind of a dumpster.

On his scrambles across town, he was always a little too likely to catch an eyeful of something not meant to be noticed in the dark. He was a gentlechat for sure, always quick to look away. But he always wished he didn't have to. People knew they were running the rooftops to keep Paris safe, so he'd thought drawing the blinds closed would have been more of a priority.

But now, it seemed like he couldn't go anywhere without picking up that silly scent.

As Adrien, it was tested on him for months before his first ever run as Chat Noir. The perfumier had blended it for him specifically, before manufacturing and marketing had set to work.

His only saving grace while filming the commercial was that he didn't actually have to wear the scent. It was ironic, Adrien supposed, considering he had even been given a sample of his own to take home afterward.

But now - weeks after the first advertisement had aired - it seemed like he just couldn't escape it.

Even with normally muted senses, Adrien was noticing it everywhere.

He smelled it in the classroom. He smelled just the hint of it in the cafe as he walked by.

He had spent whole days just rolling his eyes. Even Nino had started to snicker whenever he would pick up on it.

In fact, he was pretty sure that someone in the class had bought a bottle just to prank him.

It was a point that had started to grate on his nerves, just the tiniest bit.

At least until the day, he noticed it on Ladybug.

He had caught the scent on the wind, just slightly altered from her usual scent. His otherwise canny nose could place the smell of generally anyone else, yet hers always remained elusive. It had to be some part of the Miraculous magic keeping her identity safe.

But, for better or worse, that particular scent was burned into his brain now.

The very same perfume scent had been driving him mad for weeks on end.

But on her? Chat bit back a whimper. He knew he could hardly deny that allure.

He hovered close, after they landed upon the roof of the Trocadero to split the patrol routes. He was desperate to make scents of what his nose was telling him.

Chat smirked to himself at the mental pun.

Ladybug smiled back at him enigmatically, question lingering in her crystal blue eyes. "That sound alright, Chat Noir?"

Automatically, he nodded, his eyes following her finger towards their normal route due west of the Tower.

She grinned as her yo-yo spiraled out to catch purchase, flitting away into the night.

No… this wasn't just his heightened senses. His Lady had definitely been very close to his perfume...close enough to possibly even be wearing it.

He gulped, jostling the bell at his neck as he tried to steady himself with his baton.

Just the thought alone was enough to drive him crazy.