You've never seen a thing (maybe you don't want to)

by Rin Lombardi

[Then again, maybe you do] "Ladybug?" His voice is a bit more stable, but he refuses to look up until the click of her shoes hit the pavement beside him. Then, and only then does he lift his head. Striking green eyes meet hers for only a second, no fog covering them for the first time in a year and a half knowing him. And then they snap shut as he grimaces. [Blind Adrien]

2. Chapter 2

Notes:

Agnosia is the inability to process sensory information. In Chat's case, visual information.

Molyneux's problem is a thought experiment in philosophy concerning immediate recovery from blindness.

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It takes three days to figure out how to defeat the akuma. By the end of day 2, Chat has adjusted to seeing things. Mostly. He has trouble with turning like a startled animal when something moves in his peripherals, and he doesn't really understand the concept of depth perception, but he's getting there.
It's why, as he's standing on the railing looking over Paris in the dark, he feels a bit somber. He'd likely never see things in this much clarity again. He's not sure how he feels about this. Ear flicks to one side as the beat of tiny wings reach him. The butterfly floats past his shoulder and he regards the white bug before turning back to Ladybug, who's holding the charm in one hand. Why was she hesitating? Because of him? Chat forces the sad smile off his face. "Go ahead buggaboo. Don't you worry about me. I'm purrfect either way."
She looks at him with that same look. Is it pity? She knows he hates being pitied. Ladybug crosses the rooftop and pulls herself up beside him, offers him her arm. There's only a few seconds of hesitation before she feels his weight lean against her and his head drop to her shoulder. "I'm sorry we can't make it permanent."
As the butterflies scatter, she feels Chat shift his weight more, and a single paper is pressed into her now empty palm. Ladybug tilts her head to look down- only to be stopped by Chat.
"Don't look. Not until you get home. It's a surprise."
They stand there until her miraculous beeps angrily, and she sighs. "You'll make it home alright?" He leans back and puts his hands in his pockets, flashing her a grin. She pointedly ignores the glaze over his eyes and the way they don't meet hers correctly.
"I said not to worry, buggaboo!"
She tries not to, until she sees the picture he'd drawn for her. It's beautiful.

She puts it in her diary, right next to the first one he'd drawn.