Adrien falls in love hard and fast and he loves deeply and fully. Not to be all Harry Potter on main, but he's the most Hufflepuff to ever Hufflepuff and I truly have a spiritual connection to my oblivious son. I will protect him with my life.

Day 16 – Rejected Heroes

Chat Noir plopped himself down dejectedly next to Ladybug. It was patrol night and she had picked their favorite Parisian rooftop to keep watch from.

The past two weeks had been the most chaotic in his life. He really just needed his partner.

"Are you ok?" She questioned. "You seem tense."

"Yeah," he tried to put on his brave face, but he couldn't lie to his partner. He groaned. "No, actually. I'm not."

She put her hand on his shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it? You know, as much as you can without risking our identities."

He took a deep breath. "You know that a piece of my heart will always belong to you, don't you, My Lady?"

She gave him a pitied look. "Chat—"

He shook his head, knowing what she was about to say. "I know you're in love with someone else, and that's ok. Really. I actually," he cleared his throat suddenly feeling very vulnerable, "I actually started to like someone else."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I was surprised by it, too,"

"Was it that girl with the letter?"

"Yeah," he blushed. "Also, you were right, My Lady. Writing it out helped me realize what I feel about her."

"I'm always right," she said with a flick of her hair. "What about her? Have you told her?"

His stomach dropped. "I thought she might have felt the same way so I went to her house and…" He trailed off, the memory burning his eyes.

She rubbed circles on his back. "Hey, it's ok. Was she mean or something?"

He shook his head before burying it in his hands. "No, she would never. She's the kindest person I've ever met. She has a heart of gold. But it seems that, like you, it's held by someone else."

Her hand stilled. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice small.

"I honestly expected it. I guess I'm too hopeful sometimes."

She resumed her ministrations, "Well, what happened exactly? Maybe it wasn't what you thought."

He swallowed, taking a moment to choose his words carefully. "I saw her kiss another boy on the cheek."

She stared at him waiting for him to continue.

"That's it."

"That's it?"

He nodded.

"And you just decided to give up on her?"

"Well, she's gone on a date with this guy before and—"

"Chat, we're French," She was fired up, now. "A cheek kiss could mean a million different things."

"You don't understand. She looked so happy with him and—"

"Yeah, but does she look happy when she's with you?"

"Yes, but—"

"Then you're not out of the running, yet," Ladybug shot him a determined look. "We're going to get you that girl."

He gaped at her. "How?"

She tapped her chin, no doubt coming up with a million different ideas. "You could give her a gift? Maybe make her something special? I know I'd love to get something handmade from the boy I like."

His ears perked up. "I could bake her something?"

Her expression softened. "I'm sure she'd love that, Chaton."

He smiled as Ladybug set her head on his shoulder. He could always count on his Lady to save the day.