Bridgette observed the mess she made in the kitchen. It would be a real pain in the neck to clean everything up, but she knew she had to do it tonight or else she'd never get to it. The clock on the wall read 21:34, and she knew it would take at least forty-five minutes to wash the dishes and utensils, put them in the electric sanitizer and wipe down the counter.

Despite the large amount of work ahead of her, she was still impressed with how the batch came out. She didn't know what types of chocolates Felix liked, so she made one of every type that came to her mind. She actually composed a list of 23 types, but decided to stop at 16 as that was the age he was turning tomorrow, though she highly doubted he would notice her. Well, he was the most popular guy in school, the record for the least amount of gifts he's received ever received on his birthday at school alone was ten. Ten! For Valentine's day, his record low was fifteen. And like typical Felix, he appeared appreciative of the gifts, but Bridgette could tell even from across the room, he only regarded it as mere fan mail. Everyone else fell for his façade, though. Bridgette was the only one who seemed to see right through it.

Maybe this keen talent for being able to read him like a book is what grew her to have a crush on him? The fact that she could see that he had a heart under the cold mask he wore 24/7?

No, she shouldn't think like that. This simply a small birthday gift that she would have done for anyone else. No romantic implications behind it at all...

Damn, this crush was getting out of hand.

But who was she kidding, she couldn't give these to him.

Bridgette reached for one of the small compost bags under the kitchen sink. She brought it up to scoop the chocolates into it, but before she could complete the action, her small red companion placed one of her tiny limbs on her hand. "Don't do it, Bree."

"Tikki, I can't do it. You've seen what happens every time I try to talk to him, I..." she trailed off and took a deep breath. "Chicken out."

"No, you don't 'chicken out', you're shy, there's a difference. While a bit of courage may help, you didn't back out out of cowardice."

"Of course you have to use logic on me, god Tikki," Bridgette teased with a playful wink. Tikki giggled lightly in response while following with "There's the sassy, confident Bridgette I know."

"Still... what if he doesn't like it? I mean, he doesn't even know me! He's going to think I'm some sort of stalker-"

"Bree-"

"And he'll never want to talk to me! I don't even know what food he likes! For all I know, he could be allergic to half the stuff in here-"

"Bridgette!" Tikki snapped. Bridgette fell silent. "You're going to be fine. Felix will be fine. This is the first grand gesture you've done for him. If I remember correctly, most if not all of the gifts he's gotten on Valentine's day were store-bought. Not even from your parent's bakery either!"

"And how would you know that?" Bridgette inquired with a playful tone and a slightly raised eyebrow.

"I can smell sweet foods from a mile away. I think I should be more surprised that you didn't know that by now."

It was Bridgette's turn to chuckle. "Touche."

Tikki tilted her head and flew closer to Bridgette's face. "So, are you still going to give him the sixteen different chocolates that took you two and a half hours to make?"

Bridgette tapped her chin, her signature habit when she was in deep thought. She glanced at the box containing her mini-creations then back at the kwami. "Yes, I suppose it would be a bigger waste to throw them out when you put it that way," she teased, clearly mocking Tikki whenever she lectured her. "But that won't stop me from making a list of what each chocolate is and where it is in the box. I don't want him to bite into peanut butter nougat while expecting salted caramel."

After Bridgette finished the list and placed the chocolates in the fridge for the night, she scurried over to the sink, turned on the faucet and began scrubbing vigorously.

Felix laid back on his perfectly-maid bed in his perfectly-furnished room. He sighed as if he was dreading something, and of course, this didn't go unnoticed by the small cat-god who was currently relaxed on the large pillow next to Felix's head.

"What's got'cha down, kid?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Kid, you've been stuck with me for a while now. I can read all of my chosens minds!"

"No you can't, Plagg."

"Oh yeah? Prove it."

"If you could, you'd make everyone's lives even more chaotic. Mine especially."

"Says Monsieur 'I-Have-Everything-I-Could-Ever-Want-Because-I'm-Rich-And-Have-Every-Girl-At-School-Swooning-Over-Me."

"That's a very particularly elaborate surname."

"Since when did you use such big, fancy words?"

"If you could read minds, then you'd know and wouldn't be asking me that, would you?" Felix retorted. Plagg opened his mouth with the intent of firing back, but no words came out. The kwami admitted defeat. Felix snickered devilishly.

"Seriously, though. What was with that sigh?"

"Birthday's tomorrow," Felix started while in the process of grabbing his favorite book from his bedside table. He flipped the worn paper-back book to the page he had marked and continued his thought. "Every year's the same. Anyone who either has a crush on me or want connections to my father bring me gifts. They somehow think that brownnosing their way into my and my father's business will help them. I guess they've never learned the 'do it out of the goodness of your heart' crap that every one learns in the first grade."

Plagg was about to reply when Felix cut in again. "Plus there's also the fact that I just hate school, period."

"Weren't you the one who begged Dear-Old-Dad to let you quit home schooling?"

"Well, yes, but anxiety is not easy to cope with! Thanks to being home schooled and not being allowed to have friends, I'm... well... you know the rest."

It was Plagg's turn to sigh. "No, no. I get it." His tiny green eyes lit up with mirth as an idea popped into his head. "What would you say to playing hooky tomorrow?"

"I can't."

"Why not?!" Plagg whined.

"Father would kill me."

The rest of the evening was pleasantly quiet as Felix finished reading 'Le Martien' for the third time since he bought it a few years back. Midnight struck, and Felix called on Plagg to transform him into his better half. He jumped out the large window of his bedroom and bounded across the Parisian rooftops until he made it to the Eiffel Tower. Finally, the moment he'd been looking forward to all day came at last. He checked to make sure the rose he picked up along the way was safely tucked in his belt before alerting his presence to his Lady.

Ladybug waited patiently from her perch on one of the Eiffel Tower railings. She scanned the city below her for her partner, but there was no sign of him anywhere. It was already fifteen minutes after they were supposed to meet. Even for Chat, it was unusual for him to be that late. Five minutes? Sure. Ten? Occasional, but pretty uncommon. Fifteen was a new record for him.

Before her worries escalated too much, her ears were greeted with the faint jingling of an all too familiar bell. She turned around and saw him step closer to her with drawn-out paces. He placed one hand behind his back and bowed. "Lovely evening isn't it, my Lady?" His long hair surrendered to gravity and fell out of where it was tucked behind his human ears.

"You're late."

"I believe the term is 'fashionably late', Bugaboo."

"I'm not your 'Bugaboo', now we have a patrol to start, and I have a big day tomorrow, so the sooner I get to sleep, the better."

"Then take the night off, Ladybug. I'll handle the scum of the city for tonight!"

"No, Chat. We're in this together. Besides, you can't purify Akumas. If one were to show up, we both have to be prepared."

"I couldn't have said it better myself, but look at how peaceful the skylights are. The chances of one of those ghastly beasts showing up is slim to n-"

As if on cue, a deep purple butterfly flew in between their faces and out into the night in search of its victim. Hawkmoth was taunting them, and they both knew it.

"Well, this is just great," Ladybug groaned in pure annoyance. She unfastened her yo-yo from her waist and began spinning it at a speed that rendered it a glowing pink blur that starkly contrasted the night sky. She wasted no time in following the butterfly which was invisible against the cloudless night. Ladybug may not be able to see it now, but surely Chat was more than capable of doing so.

"Chat! I lost its trail! Use your night-vision, I need you to be my eyes!"

Chat looked at the rose in his clawed grasp. It seemed perfectly fine when he plucked it on the way, but now a few petals were wilting and would fall off at any moment. He dropped the rose and used his staff to launch himself after his Lady. One way or another, he knew he had to get her to fall for him, but all he could do in the moment was to help her catch the butterfly before anyone else did.

Bridgette had a little less than an hour of sleep that night in total.

Screw Hawkmoth for making Akumas at 1:00.

Screw his Akumas that took four and a half hours to take down.

Screw her plan for the day needing her to wake up by 6:30... oh no...

Bridgette felt the adrenaline fill her body as she rushed to get ready as fast as possible. It only took her ten minutes to get ready today instead of the usual hour...

That's a new record!

She quickly grabbed a bag of berries to eat for breakfast on the way to school, being mindful not to stain the box containing Felix's gift.

She was just at the entrance to her first class when she remembered a vital detail missing from the package.

"Crap! A card!"

Bridgette scurried to the art room, conveniently placed on the other side of campus, and snatched one of the colored pens and construction paper sheets. She didn't pay attention to the colors she grabbed, but was pleasantly surprised when the colors seemed to go well together. The last thing she wanted to do was to give Felix the wrong idea about what the gift meant, so she decided that simplicity was the best option to go with in this case.

Promptly, Bridgette made it back to her first period and was relieved and anxious at the same time. Felix hadn't arrived yet, but his desk already had a small mountain of gifts on it. Hers was the only one that wasn't wrapped. It didn't even have a ribbon or a nice card! Hers was just plain. If she had any sliver of a chance to be noticed, it surely went down the drain, now.

When Bridgette noticed the him walk through the door, she placed the white box silently on his desk and scurried to her seat before Felix noticed. She could tell by the expression he held that he got barely any sleep either. The only word one could use to describe his expression right now was just flat-out 'grumpy'. The last thing she wanted to do was to agitate him further, so she decided that it would be best to stay out of his way... not that that would be a problem for her.

Felix was far less than amused when he took notice of the pile awaiting him at his desk. If there was one thing worse than the presents themselves, it was the follow-up questions of the senders who kept pestering him as they asked whether he'd seen the gifts they've given him or if he liked them. Quite honestly, it was a bit of a miracle that he hasn't had an anxiety attack from any of this, so that had to mean that he was doing something right, right?

There was no way he'd be able to find time to get through all of these at school, and he sure as hell wasn't going to take any home. He decided to open one for the time being, and reached for the one that caught his eye first. It stood out, that's for sure. Unlike the others, it wasn't wrapped, nor did it have a ribbon to tie it off. The card that went with it was a folded half-sheet of lime-green construction paper, and the writing on the inside was very neat. The brief message said 'Happy Birthday, Felix! -Bridgette'. Nothing particularly off about it came to his attention yet. When he opened the box, he was greeted with a small piece of parchment that had words describing types of chocolate, with the names in an array of 4x4. That was the same array the 16 chocolates were placed in in the box, so he figured that the list told him where each piece was.

He decided not to have one yet, but he silently slipped the box in his bag. He wasn't too worried about Plagg ripping through the box of chocolates, as a fair amount of them were fruit-related in some way, and Plagg despised all fruits, sweet and sour.

That would make this the first gift he received at school the first one he took home. Ever.

The bell rang, and Physics 101 began.

The question that rang through his mind as the class instructor took role was 'Who is Bridgette?'. Felix could remember faces perfectly, but names never seemed to stick in his brain. When he heard 'Agreste' be called in question to whether he was in the class, Felix responded "Present".

He briefly observed the students of the rest of the class. He was in the front, so everyone noticed him turn around to look around. He knew this 'Bridgette' character had to be a female, but the vast majority of this class was made of females, so that didn't help him much.

"Alright class, I finished grading your quizzes from the week before. Some did phenomenally, some did decently, and the rest of you may want to consider retaking the test either tomorrow or the day after," the teacher stated.

The method the teacher had for students to help each other is to hand the student's a test that isn't theirs, and to place three notes in the margins that either compliment the information the student put down or provide feedback on how to improve it. The test Felix received had the name 'Bridgette Cheng' written in the upper corner, and the penmanship was identical to the card he read. He knew her full name, now he had to figure out who she is.

After completing the teacher's given task, everyone rose from their seats to return the test to its rightful taker. Felix was scanning the crowd as he walked into it, accidentally running into a girl who was clearly on the more petite side, despite her long twin-tails holding up her black hair that seemed to be almost blue in the extreme lighting of the room.

"O-Oh, Um, S-sorry, I didn't mean t-to bump into you," she stuttered.

"Do you know who Bridgette Cheng is?" Felix asked, completely disregarding her apology.

"T-That's me," she stuttered again. So Bridgette was a shy girl, huh? Not quite what Felix was expecting.

"I have your test. You need to memorize your formulas better," he said bluntly.

"A-Alright, thank you," her voice became a whisper as she headed for her seat, but even with her head hung low, the light shade of rosy pink that decorated her cheeks didn't go unnoticed by Felix.

He chuckled inwardly for a reason he couldn't explain even if he wanted to. The only thing in that moment that he could think was "Found you."

Author's Note: This will be a short fic based on the PV Universe of this show. I don't see a lot of fics with Bridgette and Felix as main characters, so I'd thought I'd make my own. Let me know what you think or if you want me to continue it. Thanks! (Feel free to follow/favorite/review, too!)