The walk to Gabriel Agreste's studio feels extra long today. Despite the exhaustion wearing on me last night, thoughts of Adrien and Chat Noir kept me awake.

I walk across the room and glance over to where Adrien is talking to a photographer. He smiles and winks at me, before returning to his conversation. I stumble over to my desk, plopping my sketchbook down onto it. Stray drawings slip out and flutter to the ground. I sigh and reach down to pick them up.

"Marinette-" Adrien starts as he makes his way to me. I bang my head on the desk at the sound of his voice. I rub the back of my head. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Adrien says, reaching a hand down to me while stifling a laugh. I glare up at him as he pulls me to my feet.

"I see you are just as clumsy as ever," He teases.

I shoot him a foul look, "First, you surprised me, and second, I'm tired, and your shoulder doesn't exactly make a good pillow."

He clutches at his chest dramatically, as if hurt, "My shoulder makes a great pillow."

I open my mouth to tease him further, but he notices the drawing in my hand, and the ones still on the floor. He reaches down to gather them up.

"Wow, Marinette, these are really good." He compliments, and I struggle to keep the heat off my face.

I lower my head, bashful, "I-well, I guess if-if you say so." Dang it, I was stammering again.

"They're amazing, I-" Adrien's voice cuts off and his eyes narrow at something behind me.

I look at him, confused, before starting to turn, "Adrien, wh-"

Adrien's eyes go wide and then he is jumping into me, shoving me out of the way. We hit the floor, his body taking the blunt of the impact, and we roll, one over the other. Glass shatters and sprays where I was just standing. His arms come protectively around my head.

A strange type of gunshot goes off, and people scream, feet pound against the floor. People who have gotten hit go still as statues as their bodies become encompassed with stone.

"Come on, hurry!" Adrien says as he pulls me to my feet, pulling me out of the room. We run into the hall, searching the hall for a closet, or any kind of hiding place.

I've got to transform.

A closet catches my eyes, and I run to it, dragging Adrien with me, "You hide here, and I'll hide in another closet just down the way." He starts to protest, but I shove him in and close the door before he can get a word out.

I run down the hall to another closet, and slam the door behind me. Tikki flies up from her place in my purse.

"Tikki, spots on!"

I peek out from the closet to see an empty hall. All the people have run out. Perfect, now I wouldn't have to worry about them. That was the worst part about fighting akuma victims; civilians getting in the way.

I sprint down the hall, and smile to myself as Chat Noir comes up beside me, "Lovely to see you, M'lady, as always."

"First the akuma, save the sweet talk for later, Kitty," I keep my face turned away from him so he can't see the satisfied smile I fight to get off my face.

I cautiously peer into the room, where the akuma victim, Stoneshooter it would seem, yells, "Ladybug and Chat Noir, if you wish to see these people turn back into themselves, you will give me your miraculouses!"

Chat Noir lets out a soft laugh from behind me, "You would think after so many years Hawk Moth would just accept he's never getting anything from us."

"He's persistent, I'll give him that, but that's about all he's got going for him," I say back.

"Not to mention the names and costumes he gives each and every victim, like where do these ideas even come from?"

I bite my lip to keep from laughing.

A bullet grazes past my head, and our joking disappears. We pounce into action, my yo-yo swinging, Chat Noir's baton spinning. Chat Noir and I split, going each direction of Stoneshooter. Stone bullets follow in my wake as I run through the maze of desks and stone people.

I call on my lucky charm, only to end up with a jump rope. I throw one end to Chat Noir and hold the other in my hand.

I throw my yo-yo and it wraps easily around Stoneshooter's ankle, with a swing, he goes flying across the room to thud against the wall. He jumps up quickly, anger setting into his face. He comes running towards us.

Honestly, this is getting way too easy.

We pull the rope tight, and Stoneshooter goes flying to the ground again.

"Chat Noir, your-"

"Cataclysm!" he yells and charges toward the victim, already one step ahead of me.

Stoneshooter's gun turns to dust against the Cataclysm, and an akuma flutters out.

"No more evil doing for you little akuma, time to de evilize!" I yell, capturing the akuma effortlessly, "Bye bye little butterfly."

"Miraculous Ladybug!" I yell, tossing up the jump rope, the chaotic array of glass goes back to normal, the statues back to people. Chat Noir and I ditch before we can get pelted with questions from the confused people. I swing up onto the roof, my Kitty not far behind.

"M'lady, have I ever told you you rock my world?" Chat Noir says, his baton slung lazily across his shoulders. I hate it when he does that, it makes him look...well...hot, not that I would ever admit that.

I smile and roll my eyes, "Hawk Moth may have another ridiculous name for each victim, but you have a pun just as ridiculous for each one of them too."

"Are you saying you didn't like my rock pun? I think you take my puns for granite."

I laugh. As stupid, as it is, I laugh.

My earing beeps, as does Chat Noir's ring, "Well, as much as I like to hear you laugh at my puns, I've got to go," he walks over to me, scoops up my hand in his. He brings it to his lips, and presses them lightly to my knuckles, "Always a pleasure, M'lady."

My stomach flips and flutters.

Then he is gone. I'm left reeling.

Did Chat Noir just give me butterflies?