Ever since that day, the multi-weapon Chat Noir, became the infamous Adrien Agreste. His father always wanted to be a fashion designer, and he was really good at it too, so it seemed only natural when a job offering opened up for Gabriel in Paris.
To create his own persona, Adrien let his father turn him into a model. He quickly became well known, he'd even seen girls fawn over his posters in the streets. He just wished a certain lady would do the same.
Adrien began to think he was having Ladybug withdrawal symptoms. He hasn't seen his partner in a week's time now, still three more weeks till he was reunited with his lady. But they had to lay low, it was apart of their mission. Observe, note, then conquer.
A part, a very small part, of Adrien was thankful he didn't have to become Chat Noir. He was still adjusting to his school and modeling life, there was so much he had to do, the only times he could think of Ladybug was when he laid at night awake - hoping by some miracle, she'd swing through his window and hug him.
Ha, as if.
"Yo, Adrien!" Adrien turned and saw Nino, the only real friend he's made in his small time at school. Nino had a bunch of interesting things to tell about what the average teenage boy did in his spare time. Adrien had to lie and say he was homeschooled before coming here, which actually wasn't a complete lie. He was homeschooled for basic studies, but he did attend the DWMA to learn how to become a weapon.
Nino was much different from the teens at the Death Weapon Meister Academy, which is one of the many reasons why Adrien liked Nino. The only person Adrien really got along with at the DWMA was Ladybug, everyone else didn't think of Chat Noir as much except her. And Nino liked Adrien. Boring, modeling, rich boy, Adrien.
"Hey Nino!" Adrien smiled. It was beginning to feel natural, walking to school everyday with his new friend, to have his only worries be his homework and modeling career. But he couldn't get too attached to this life, even if he wanted to, not when his lady and innocent people needed him.
The two boys walked to school, laughing about a show that was on last night. Nino didn't waste anytime showing Adrien everything, all the new music and fantastic television shows.
They finally arrived at the steps of their school, Collège Françoise Dupont. "Shhh…" Nino held up his arm, stopping Adrien from walking. Adrien looked at his best friend both curious, and confused.
"That's the girl I was talking about! The really cute one!" The DJ whispered-screamed. Nino wouldn't shut up about a cute girl in their class, shocked Adrien hadn't noticed her. The only girl he knew was Chloe Bourgeois, who he wished he could unknow.
Adrien followed his direction, and saw a girl their age with cute pigtails and pink jeans. She was talking to a girl he knew as Alya. The cute girl was stomping her feet, her butt jiggling as she told Alya a story.
Adrien felt his face turn red, and turned away. Luckily, Nino didn't notice, he was too busy smiling like an idiot at her.
"What's her name?" Adrien asked.
"Marinette." Nino said, he sounded like he was on cloud nine.
"Well alright, lover boy," Adrien wrapped his arm around Nino's shoulders. "During lunch, me, you, Alya, and Marinette."
Just because Adrien's love life wasn't perfect, didn't mean his best friend's had to be the same.
But leave it to Chat Noir, to get caught up in some bad luck.