Adrien lied across his sofa, holding a volume of Fairy Tail above his head. He seemed bored now, but he couldn't put it down either. At least it would get better soon, or so he'd heard from Bubblebox_DJ3, his online friend. They'd met playing flash MMORPGs.

He heard the handle on his door turn, it was his father, who'd never heard of knocking. Adrien took no priority in sitting up to greet him, but he heard the approaching footsteps.

"Adrien, I wanted to talk to you about-" Adrien heard his father shift, "My goodness, this is unacceptable…"

Adrien groaned, drained from last night's dinner party and an early morning photoshoot - it wasn't uncommon for his schedule to line up in the most unfortunate ways - he just wanted time to himself, and would rather not be bothered by nagging.

He sat up, "What is it, father?"

Gabriel was looking around Adrien's bedroom, "How could you let your room become such a mess?"

"Father, I hardly get any time to relax, the last thing I'm going to be doing on my free time is cleaning my room," Adrien slumped back onto the cushions of the sofa.

Gabriel walked around to stand in front of Adrien, "I find your tone of voice a bit disrespectful."

"Sorry, I'm exhausted."

"Then put down that stupid children's book and take a nap. Have you had lunch? Drunk plenty of water?"

"Yes, and I don't want to take a nap, I just want to be alone." Adrien hid behind the covers of the book.

Gabriel snatched it and crouched to eye level with his son, "Being alone won't energize you, why don't you call Chloe over? Spending time with friends is good for your health."

"Not in the mood. And she's my only friend. Don't say friends like I have more than one," Adrien propped himself up on his elbow.

Gabriel glanced at his watch, "Well, fine… most importantly, when will you be in the mood to clean this up?"

"Can't I leave it? People take pictures of me not my room…"

"There's no convincing you is there? Maybe I should get you a personal maid… it's a bit ludicrous to hire a maid for one room, but it's a large room at that," Gabriel quickly whipped out his smartphone, ready to dial someone up.

"Please, no, father… maids are always so grouchy, and judgy, and so uncomfortable to have around. Remember? The last time we had a maid, was the last time for a reason," Adrien sat up again.

Gabriel thought to himself for a moment, "How about this: I find you a maid from a company that's known for having maids that are more cheerful, less nosy, and not obnoxious to have around."

Adrien couldn't help but laugh, "Good luck with that. But… I guess, if you do find a maid like that, then sure. It's a deal."

"Very good," Gabriel stood up and walked out the door, "Nathalie," he called down the stairs, "I need you to find something for me."

Gabriel barged into Adrien's room again, "I have good news, Adrien. Nathalie found just what we've been looking for. It's not something I'd usually go for but…" he looked around the room, "Desperate times call for desperate measures."

Adrien looked up from his computer, "Wow, really? I can't believe it… are you sure it's a good company?"

"It had all good reviews, well except for one who complained that they were all just a bunch of…. W-we-abou, was it? And… oo-teck-oo?" Gabriel struggled to pronounce the words he read from his smartphone screen, making the most expressive faces Adrien had ever seen as he enunciated each syllable. He composed himself to keep from laughing.

"You mean weeaboos and otakus? So this is an anime cosplay thing?"

"I suppose…" Gabriel took his word for it.

Adrien swivelled around in his chair, "Well… this could be interesting. When is the maid coming?"

"Isn't it obvious? Today… she'll be coming twice a week from now on, you can only make so much of a mess within the course of a week, right?" Gabriel turned on his heel and left.

Nathalie marched into Gabriel's office, "She's here, Mr. Agreste."

Equally unamused and curious, he rose to have a look at her.

Gabriel stood at the top of the stairs, examining the maid, who was waiting in the foyer, "You're a lot younger than I expected… is that mask really necessary? Won't it get in your way?"

The maids rosy cheeks puffed up into a wide smile, "The only thing this mask stands in the way of is the face of evil," she struck a pose, "It is the barrier that separates darkness from the light! Thus protecting humanity!"

Gabriel swallowed his regret, "Very well, Miss…?"

The bubbly maid jumped into a flirty salute, "I am none other than… the Miraculous… Ladybug! I'll leave the place spotless!"

"Ah, that's right, your company's name is Miraculous… I see, Nathalie, show her the way," he took one last look at Ladybug before returning to his busy schedule, "Good luck."

"I am the embodiment of luck, sir!" she beamed.

Nathalie guided Ladybug up the stairs. She followed in an energetic skip, her poofy, spotted dress flowing and rustling after.

"Adrien…" Nathalie opened the door, revealing to Ladybug the two high walls… which turned out to be ramps, "This is... Ladybug…"

Ladybug ran in, looking around like a small child, "Wooow…" she turned and gasped, pointing, "Is that a volume of Sailor Moon?!"

Adrien stared at her from the computer desk, "Uh… yeah."

"Oh my gosh!" She glanced at Nathalie, who was glaring, "I mean… oh my! You shouldn't have this lying around! Where does this go?" Adrien pointed to the library catwalk, she twirled and danced to the stairs. Nathalie sighed and walked away.

Adrien watched, fascinated, as Ladybug cleaned around the room. Instead of being a disturbance, she was a distraction, he couldn't help but watch her… trying to hid his entertained grin. He felt both interested and embarrassed. Suddenly he wished his room hadn't been this bad, but of course, without it being this way he never would have met her.

She pulled out a plush disk with a string on one end, she tugged on the string with the other hand. The disk flowered into a duster, and she swept it around the surfaces of the furniture.

When she was nearly done, Adrien spoke up, "Ladybug…"

She spun around immediately, "Yes, Master?" she bowed.

Adrien flushed, "J-just call me, Adrien."

"Mister Adrien?"

"Just Adrien."

"But I hardly know you, and I am your maid, isn't that a little rude?"

"Please, I wouldn't be able to stand anything else…"

She bowed again, "Your wish is my command."

"Is it really?" Adrien tapped his chin, "Then come here…"

Ladybug came closer to Adrien, putting her duster away.

Adrien's eyes dilated, "Show me your face."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Ma- A-Adrien."

"Why? It's not like it's a secret!" Adrien shot up, standing a few inches higher than her.

Ladybug put her fist to her chest, "Of course it's a secret! It is essential that I keep my identity away from the eyes of evil, and away from those close to me in order to keep them safe!"

"Oh, I get it, you have to stay in character, don't you? Could you at least give me your number?" Adrien stepped closer. Ladybug blushed a little, she wasn't used to working near someone this attractive, and with such a lovely twinkle in his eye.

"I can't do that either… if you'll excuse me, my job here is done. I'll return on Saturday, if that's alright," Ladybug backed away slowly.

"That's perfect…" Tuesdays and Saturdays, huh? Couldn't be better, those were days he typically had off, "I can't wait to see you again."

Ladybug brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, nodded, and rushed off. That was the first time a client had said that, without it being creepy… or one sided.

Adrien slid back into his chair. He wanted to see her more often though… but if she wouldn't share anything about herself… then how?