A/N: I, like more than half the readers on this website love a good adult-themed fanfic. I've been thinking about how different Miraculous Ladybug /Chat Noir could be if the setting was also more mature. Like a good author once said, if you want to read something so bad, why don't you write it yourself- that's exactly what I'm doing. No Miraculous-Age 20/21-College Life.

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own The Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir. If I did, you'd be given far more information about season release dates.

Chapter One

The best part about being a sophomore was probably watching all the freshmen walk around lost on move-in day. It was quite nice to not be in their shoes and instead watching quietly from my park bench. With the newest edition of Vogue Paris in one hand and a croissant in the other, I was content. The freshmen can spend all day meeting roommates and memorizing schedules. I'm fine just where I am.

"People watching again, huh Marinette?" Alya sighed as she took a spot next to me and taking a good-sized bite out of my croissant.

Alya was my roommate and best friend since my freshman year which was her sophomore year. She was a transfer student from the states with no filter and a 100% sass. Everything one needs in a best friend.

"Such a perfect day, too. So many new faces," she added, mouthful of my now gone croissant. I really wanted that croissant though. I giggled despite my annoyance.

"Alya, where is Nino to drag you away?"

"Meeting his new roommate-some transfer student. Didn't tell me much except that the four of us are getting dinner around six together," Alya explained. I nodded and turned back to my people watching.

Nino was the only person who could ever control Alya. They met last year at a football game. Alya asked him about his phone-a model she'd been admiring- and he complimented her Jagged Stone t-shirt. It was a match made in heaven.

However, because the success in their own relationship they immediately claimed to be match makers- specifically meddling in my love life. After the onset of Nathanael's obsession with me, they gave it a rest.

"Not a double-date?" I questioned with a smirk.

"No! Of course not…"

"Good-"

"Unless you want it to be," she continued with a bump to my shoulder and a wiggle of her eyebrows. I shoved her back and stood, giggling all the while. I picked my messenger bag off the ground and slid my Vogue inside it.

"Yeah, no thanks Alya."

"Can't say I didn't try."

"Whatever you say," I choked through laughter. I glanced down at my wrist watch reading late 3pm. "We should probably head inside then to get ready."

"Let's go girly," Alya agreed standing with her things in hand.

The best part about rooming with a junior had to be the dorms. Juniors and seniors were housed in the co-ed towers. Each floor housed eight students with a lounge that typically housed movie marathons and birthday parties. The rooms were suites that any college student would be jealous of.

Our floor is nice. We're third floor and not very far from the important amenities like some others in the tower. And to top it all off, almost everyone got along well. There was Alya and I in one room, Nino and his new roommate, Sabrina and Chloe, and the RAs of our hall- married couple Tikki and Plagg. Sabrina and Chloe either never left their room or were nowhere to be found. The rest of us got along pretty well.

Tikki and Plagg acted somewhat like our mom and dad of college. They had all the things you could possibly need- extra supplies, coffee, advice, you name it. However, on days like these when the residence halls were bustling with visitors and new students they were off helping everyone in the office.

We took the stairs up to the third floor instead of dealing with the elevator traffic. When we reached the third floor, everything was as it always is. Chloe and Sabrina's door was closed shut with the sound of some music flowing from behind the door. Tikki and Plagg were noticeably gone considering their never shut door was completely closed. All that was left was Alya and I with Nino showing his new roommate around campus.

"So do you know the name of Nino's new roommate?" I asked once we were inside the dorm room. I settled myself onto my favorite faux fur bean bag chair while Alya dug through the closet.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she teased when she emerged from behind hung clothes.

"Alya!"

"Well I can't blame you," she sighed as she threw me an outfit to wear. "I would want to know the name of my future husband too."

"Alya!" She openly laughed at my disgust as she picked out an outfit of her own. "So this is a set-up!"

"No Mari, it really isn't," Alya responded seriously. With clothes in her hand she turned to face me. "I just have a really good feeling about this one."

"You had a really good feeling about Nathanael," I sassed as I examined my chosen outfit with a smirk on my face. It wasn't too much. A simple body-hugging tank top with a nice pair of black jean shorts- casual attire.

"Nathanael had too many good feelings about you," she joked and gathered her shower caddy. "Either way, give this one a chance."

I looked down at my outfit and started to prepare my own caddy.

"Oh and wear that push up bra from Victoria's Secret," she quickly added before ducking out of the room.

"Alya!"

Her laugher could be heard long after I chucked my empty shower caddy at the bathroom door.

I laughed to myself at my best friend's antics as I turned on my Ed Sheeran playlist through my Bluetooth speaker. I walked the short distance to the door to pick up my caddy.

I hummed along to the start of Lego House as I prepared my toiletries and waited for Alya to exit the shower. Alya knew me better than anyone. Truly her gut feeling in this guy was for the best.

It never hurts to try.

A/N: Woot! Okay, so I feel like I should address all my past hiatus fanfics- their series ended and so did my ideas. I stopped getting a flow of new characters and plot changes. With this one, I have made a promise to myself not to read any fanfics. Anytime I feel like reading a fanfic I'm going to update this one instead. So this 1,000 word chappie took 2 days with both days having 9 hour shifts at work so I have no reason to be "too busy to write". But I am going to college and band camp in a couple months and my birthday is at the end of this month so expect delays (But I'm going to try to pre-write chapters on those days. However, band camp is all day so the story may become a once a week update instead of every two days).

P.S. I've noticed I write everything in past tense verbiage. Sorry? Can't help no matter how many professors yell at me.