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Marinette ran into her class the next morning and stumbled through the door. Her instructor looked at her with an irritated expression, as he continued his lesson. "I see some students slept in today. Not that today was important or anything."

"Sorry, M. Martin. It won't happen again." Marinette slowly crawled into her seat.

Her instructor looked at her over his glasses with a knowing expression. "I'll believe it when I see it, Mademoiselle Dupain Cheng." Marinette cringed at his words and set her project in front of her.

"As I was saying. Fashion has been around for centuries. Starting with…" Monsieur Martin droned on and Marinette found the end of her pen between her lips, as she day dreamed of black cats. No one had ever seen who was behind the tags and she had slowly become obsessed with finding out who it was.

Adrien turned one foot out and ran a hand through his hair, as he posed for the millionth time for Vincent. "How many more of these shots do we have?"

Vincent stood up from the ground and peered at him with a knowing expression. "You always ask me this question. You have, as many as, it takes for me to get what M. Agreste wants." Adrien sighed and rolled his eyes, before he posed a new way. At this point, he knew what Vincent was looking for. He had been trained from birth and by now it was second nature for him. He worked on auto pilot and struck each pose thrown at him within seconds.

M. Martin faced the group of students and smiled. "I've arranged a surprise for you all today. M. Agreste has agreed to let us watch the end of his famous son's photo shoot today. So, we will all walk over to the nearby park and take in what it's like to work with fine design and exquisite modeling."

Marinette blushed and clutched her bag to her chest. She had always admired not only Gabriel Agreste's fashion, but his son as well. She had gone to school with Adrien Agreste as a teenager, but they hadn't really stayed in touch with his busy schedule and hers. Plus when the cats appeared… that's all she had thought about. It had distracted her from her obsession with Adrien. But a part of her thought that seeing him today might reignite it.

"Okay. Take a break before the design students show up." Vincent took off the lense from his camera and Adrien suddenly caught what he had said.

"WHAT? Design students?" Adrien walked up to a distracted Vincent with determination. "No one told me about any design students."

Vincent looked at him and sighed. "Your father felt like it'd be good for the students to watch what real fashion is like and since you are the most famous Gabriel model… He felt like it was best during your shoot today."

Adrien slammed his hand against his forehead and growled with frustration. "He couldn't have warned me or put that shit in my schedule notes?"

"You know how M. Agreste can be." Vincent shrugged and went back to changing his lense.

Adrien fell into a chair and a make up artist came over to him. She began to freshen up his makeup, while the hair stylist played with his hair. He was then handed his next outfit and he sighed, as he got up to go change into it. It wasn't the usual Gabriel brand style. It was an all black ensemble with bright green details. A part of Adrien didn't like it. It set off his radar. It was too much like his tags. Adrien stepped out in the black button down shirt and black leather pants. The shirt had piping of neon green along the collar, the front placket, and around the cuffs. He sighed and walked out of the makeshift dressing room and stopped when his eyes fell on a girl with dark hair in a soft pink A-line dress. He hadn't seen her in a long time. It took every ounce of his being to not run at her and pull her into a hug. He cleared his throat and casually continued to walk up the the crowd of people.

"This ensemble was inspired by the black cats that keep appearing all over Paris. Isn't it wonderful?" M. Martin knew everything from talking to M. Agreste about this one outfit because he found it the most intriguing.

Adrien stumbled at the instructors words and looked at Vincent with wide eyes and a fake smile. Vincent just shrugged at him and Adrien rolled his eyes.

Marinette blushed and brought her thumb to her lips to try and hide her heated face. She watched Adrien close his eyes and blow out slowly, before he put on his model smile and posed how Vincent had instructed him to in front of everyone. She admired him and all that he did, but she also noticed how uncomfortable he appeared. She wondered if his father had even warned him about her class coming to observe him. She worried her bottom lip and watched him run his fingers through his hair and how he let his bangs slowly fall in front of his emerald eyes, before Vincent ran around taking photos of his smoldering expression. Marinette's legs trembled at his expression and when he made eye contact with her with a smirk and a wink… she was at his mercy.

After a few more shots, Vincent raised his camera into the air. "And we're done!"

Adrien visibly relaxed and Marinette took note of how exhausted he appeared to be. "He must still have a tight schedule." Marinette whispered beneath her breath, as she looked at him concerned.

"Alright, class! Let's head back to the classroom for a bit, before I dismiss you." M. Martin waved the group to follow him back to the college. Marinette watched Adrien and got lost in him talking to Vincent. Adrien suddenly peered over at her to see her with her lip between her teeth and he smiled at her. Adrien softly chuckled and shook his head. "Vincent, you have a piece of paper?" Vincent looked at him with a confused expression. "Yeah, here." He passed him it and Adrien pulled a pen off of a camera case. He elegantly wrote down his name and number and made his way to the blushing girl, that was frozen in her spot.

Marinette's heart sped up, as she watched him walk with a model gait towards her. She let her lip go, as he looked down at her with a warm smile. "I haven't seen you in ages, Marinette." She blushed, brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and giggled up at him. "N-I mean- Ye- yeah it has been ang- ag- ages." She rolled her eyes at how she couldn't talk straight around him still.

Adrien chuckled at her with his hand over his mouth. "Same old Marinette. It's good to see you." His fingers tingled to hold her, hug her, to touch her. Adrien took her hand in his and pulled her closer to him, so that she could lean into her ear. He slid the paper into her palm. "Your class is leaving you." He whispered into her ear in a deeper voice and a shiver ran up her spine. Sudden panic ran through her and she pulled away. "It was nice to eat-I mean se- see you again, A- Adrien!" Marinette nearly tripped as, she turned to catch up with her design class.

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck and slid his other hand into his pocket and shook his head with a laugh. "That girl…" His laughing calmed and he warmly smiled, as he watched her pink dress flowing behind her, as she ran.

Marinette caught up with her class and looked over her shoulder to see Adrien going off to change clothes. She opened the paper and read it.

It was nice seeing you again, Princess.

She let a blush take over her cheeks, as she read his message, name, and phone number. She took her phone out and immediately added his information to her list of contacts. She held her phone to her cheek with a dreamy smile and for a moment forgot about the black cats, until she walked right into a wall. She peered up and her lips parted. On the wall was a massive black cat with bright white fangs and neon green eyes. A bright green filled in the space around it and made the eyes pop. Her eyes scanned it to see if there were any clues as to who had made it, but all she found was a 'CN' symbol at the bottom right. She began to wonder what 'CN' could mean. Marinette shook her head and ran back to class with the two letters in her mind.

Adrien pulled his black clothing from the locked hidden compartment. He slid the clothing on, before he tied the fabric around his face. Adrien looked into the mirror and slid the hood over his messy blonde hair. He smirked, as he became Chat Noir. He grabbed his black backpack and swung it onto his shoulders, before he ran into his bedroom and pushed the button for his window. He jumped out of it and slid down the side of the house. Chat ran at the back wall, leapt up, and pulled himself up and over the wall. He landed on his hands and feet and took off running into the night. Chat Noir scaled a wall and leapt up onto a rooftop. He saw a girl in red and black beginning to spray a ladybug on a wall and lost his footing on the wall. He grunted, as he caught himself with his gloved hands. The girl turned to look in his direction and he ducked, blowing out air as, his muscles flexed to hold his weight. She stuffed her spray cans into her backpack and walked over to him swaying her hips. She slammed her black sneaker between his hands and slowly peered down at him with her hands on her hips. "Seems you're in a predicament." Chat looked up at her with an irritated expression. "Ya gonna help a cat out or not?"

Ladybug laughed and leaned further toward him. "You seem to be doing fine on your own." She turned around to walk away from him. He smirked with a short laugh. "Hm." He used a burst of strength to grab her ankle and yank her back. She fell back and he caught her against him, as she screamed and nearly fell down the side of the building. She glared at him and began to slap him in the chest. "ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE? I COULD HAVE DIED!"

"But you didn't." Chat gave her a smug smile and struggled to hold on with one hand. "Will you quit beating me up and climb back up there?" Ladybug huffed and rolled her eyes, as she reached for the roof's edge and pulled herself up, while he helped by hoisting her up higher. He gripped onto the edge with his other hand and pulled himself up with ease. Ladybug grabbed her backpack and swung it over her shoulder. Chat looked at her with curious eyes. "You're not gonna finish that?" He pointed at the half done ladybug tag.

"You ruined it for me." Ladybug shrugged and took off to leave.

"Wait!" Chat ran after her and caught her hand in his. He yanked her back and she caught herself with her hand on his chest. He smelled of leather and citrus. "You really should finish your tags. Otherwise, the news might wonder."

Ladybug looked up into his glowing green eyes with wonder, as her lips parted. "I- Who are you?" Chat smirked and pointed at a black cat on the building next to them. She gasped and nearly fell backwards, but he caught her. "Shh…" Chat placed his black gloved index finger over his bandana where his lips would be. "Calm down. I know it's a shock. Just chill."

Ladybug lost her words and just stared at him blankly in shock. He laughed at her and let her go. "So. You're the one behind the infamous ladybug tag. What name do you go by?" She peered at him with wide eyes, still in shock.

She shook her head and cleared her throat. "La-ladybug." She kept her eyes on his. He looked at her with a soft expression and bowed while he took her hand in his. He kissed the back of her hand through his bandana. "Chat Noir. Pleased to meet you, Ladybug." He peered up at her and winked. The 'CN' at the corner of the black cat she had saw earlier in the day filtered into her mind. "Chat… Noir?"

"Mm-hmm. Chat Noir." He leaned into her and she yanked her hand away and pushed him back by his nose. "Well, it was nice meeting you. Big fan." She turned around to leave.

Chat put his hand on his hip. "You really should finish that tag, Bugaboo. I wasn't saying that for my own benefit." He looked at her unamused.

Ladybug groaned and turned around on her heel. She pulled her backpack from her shoulder and took out a red can of paint to finish the ladybug. Chat watched her finish up her tag, before he walked up with a black can. He smirked and began to draw a black cat over her fresh design.

"What the fuck?" Ladybug glared and run up to him. She jumped and tried to grab the can of paint from him, but he was a foot taller than her and he chuckled, as he held the can above his head. She tried to reach it and grew more and more angry with each leap. "Seriously?!"

"Your little red bugs are taking over my limelight." Chat laughed as, she slammed her fists at her sides and stomped her foot.

"So, you practically begged me to finish my ladybug, SO THAT YOU COULD DRAW OVER IT?" Ladybug seethed and shook her finger in his face.

He chuckled and flipped bright green cans in his hands, before he finished his tag with a flourish. "Yep." He winked at her and she screamed out with irritation, as she stomped away. "No, no. You know what?" She turned around shaking her finger at him. She walked up to him, as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. He leaned back as, she poked the tip of his nose through the fabric. "I thought you were amazing. Your black cats gave me inspiration and made me curious about who was behind the tags. But now that I've met the artist behind them? I don't even care anymore. Fuck you!" She turned around and walked backwards flipping him off in anger. Chat chuckled and crossed his arms behind his head. "You'll be back!" He smirked and gave her a wink. Ladybug huffed with a laugh, as she leapt down the side of the building. He shook his head and watched her leave, before he headed in the opposite direction.

Song I wrote to:

Colour by MNEK feat. Hailee Steinfeld