Adrien yawned as he slipped into the foyer, rubbing his neck as he tried to wake himself. In his opinion, the morning has come far too soon. He was having a good dream, working with Ladybug, sending her into a giggly fit with his amazing puns.

She was as charmed by him as her lucky charms.

Adrien cracked a sleepy smile, amused.

A throat cleared over him and he looked up to see Nathalie standing there expectantly, with a paper sack in hand…?

"Nathalie?" Adrien wondered, taking the sack and peeking in. It was full of cinnamon rolls.

"A… treat for lunch," Nathalie said, "but only for lunch."

Adrien raised a brow. "Why couldn't they stay here then?"

"Your father would freak out if he knew I kept cinnamon rolls in the house," she said.

Well, Adrien could get that. Like chocolate chip cookies, now those were rare treats. He smiled up at her as he slipped by. "Thanks Nathalie."

Nathalie nodded, watching him go, eyes set to his bag.

She had a feeling this wasn't going to go too well...

As soon as Adrien arrived at school, Gabriel went to work. He peeked out of his bag, eyes narrowed as he looked over each and every student he saw. One of them was Ladybug. One of them was here. He just had to find out who…

"Morning, Bro!"

Definitely not the bad influence. Gabriel made a face as Adrien greeted the bad influence back, letting him hug him.

"Did you get the physics work done yesterday?" the bad influence asked as he drew away, making Gabriel scoff. Of course the bad influence was a lazy good for nothi—

"Yep," Adrien confirmed as the two headed up to school. "Did you get all the maths homework done? Cause I didn't…" Adrien rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish.

The bad influence chuckled, teasing, "You watched the Ladyblog instead."

"Guilty as charged," Adrien admitted, grinning. "Am I under Agreste for it?"

"Bro."

Adrien laughed as the bad influence shook his head. "Luckily for you," the bad influence said, "I got it done. If you need to copy them before Mendeleiev's class, you can."

"You're a life savior, Nino."

In the bag, Gabriel leaned back, paw pressed against his head. He couldn't believe this…

"So what's in the bag?" the bad influence asked.

Gabriel stiffened as he listened to Adrien rattle the paper sack, eagerly stating, "I'll show you when we get to class."

He wouldn't.

He did.

In class, Adrien waited till two girls joined them before revealing the cinnamon rolls Nathalie packed for him.

Gabriel's son just gave away his cinnamon rolls.

So far, no luck.

From Adrien's bag, Gabriel came across his first issue, limited vision. Peeking from the bag, Gabriel couldn't see too many of the students, he in frustration, he was well aware that he couldn't just lean out and look around. Not if he wanted to be seen.

Grouchy and miffed, Gabriel slouched back in the bag, huffing. Where was Ladybug? Where could she be? She was supposed to be here, she had dropped a school book from here. Logically, that meant she had to be here.

So where the freak was she?!

Gabriel didn't have the patience for—

"It was delivered, Mme Bustier!"

Gabriel paused at the voice, blinking at it. It was familiar… the kwami rose up, peeking out to see a dark haired girl with pigtails talking to the teacher. He sucked in a breath. Was this… her? He dare wiggle out a little more, looking her over. From what he's seen through his akuma's eyes, she was the same height… had the same hair, her voice familiar… and she was wearing small, dark earrings, and his brooch definitely had a different appearance when he had Nooroo out.

This, could he have found her? Was this Ladybug? Had he finally found her?!

"Ladybug," Gabriel whispered, leaning out even more, dark wings twitching in anticipation. It would be so easy to just zip up there and grab the earrings. Or he could stash away in her little pink bag, grab the earrings that way when they were alone, and see where she live.

But before Gabriel could dart into Marinette's bag, the bell sounded out, alerting that class was over. The girl jumped and moved to hurry up the stairs to grab her bag, only, somehow, her ankles got mixed up and she fell to the floor and knocked Adrien's bag over, sending Gabriel rolling across the room and knocking into a white shoe.

On the floor, he laid still, his eye twitching a little.

Nevermind then. That couldn't be Ladybug. From his akuma's sights, Gabriel could recall her dancing around his akumas, being snarky and sassy and moving with such grace and agility. There was no way Ladybug was that clumsy. She had to be someone graceful and poised, not that mess.

With a sigh, he sat up, rubbing his head as he muttered, "Back to square one."

He stiffened when there was movement above him. He sat still as he heard a murmur of, "What was that?"

He made a slight sound as his wings were grabbed and he was brought up and held before Chloe Bourgeois, looking over him critically.

"What is that?" Sabrina wondered, squinting at the kwami Chloe held by the wings.

"A really ugly toy," Chloe declared, throwing the kwami away across the room, missing how he phased through the window and fell into a tree outside the room. Among the branches, Gabriel laid sprawled out, his eye twitching as he glared at the leaves above.

"This was a mistake," he decided aloud.

Nathalie didn't look up when Gabriel drifted to office, collapsing on the desk with a groan. She asked, "How was the first day of school, Monsieur?"

"I am never going back," Gabriel declared.

Nathalie hummed, unsurprised. "Did you find any leads for Ladybug at least, Monsieur Agreste?"

"No," he snapped, getting up and angrily picking a pen away. "There was one but there's no way that's her."

Nathalie raised a brow. Before she could ask, Gabriel turned to her, pointing a paw at her as he ordered, "If a Marinette Dupain-Cheng ever comes here, keep a close eye on her and keep her away from everything breakable."

"...Ok."

"And Chloe Bourgeois is banned from this house."

Gabriel ignored Nathalie's baffled stare as he flew to the kitchen to get a cinnamon roll. Calling him "ugly", the nerve. Like he would let her get away with that. He was the King of Fashion, kwami or not. No way was he going to allow her to get away with that.