Adrien was led to the sea by happenstance.
He was the golden sand against the shore, slowly ebbing into it with each graceful pull from the waves. Bit by bit losing himself into the divine serenity of the ocean only to be tossed back to shore with the changing of the weather or the ebb of the tide.
His life was one where he was constantly surrounded by the pungent smell of chlorine as he swam circles and never-ending loops of an ever-shrinking pool of expectations and practices. Father had groomed him from a young age to be the best- Adrien's 3 Olympic medals proved that the effort had been worth it- the Agreste name had been upheld in the highest regard.
He had been lonely. Hours swimming laps had left him with nothing to do but think, usually about his studies, but sometimes he would dream of what he could do if his father allowed him to retire.
It wasn't until his feet hit the sand, the sun lightened his hair, and the breeze swept away the toxic smell of chemicals to be replaced with crisp whiff of salt that he started to lose whatever cloud had been forming in his heart.
When his body first lay upon a surf board, a spark of something more than what his father wanted was stirred to life.
As his manager screamed about the dangers of open water and the hazards of surfing and the risk of injury being too high for an Olympic athlete, he had already made his decision. And he returned again and again and again until there was no choice but to let him chase the waves.
Of course, he couldn't tarnish the hard work that his father had placed on his legal name. No, if he were to compete, and he dearly wished to compete, he would need to take a page out of his favorite surfer's handbook. He needed a stage name.
Hence: Chat Noir was born anew riding along the sparkling, crashing waves. A black cat whom loved the water and was willing to claw his way up there with the best of them (And as far as he was concerned, Ladybug was the best of them).
He knew just where to find her.
Rumors had long been circulating about where the ladybug themed surfer trained. Whispers of a girl who rode waves as the sun broke as though she were bringing the light back from sea with her. No one could track her exact location though, only glimpses of the girl dancing through the refraction of light on early morning waves.
But Adrien was determined.
Determined to train like her. Determined to see her. Determined to meet her.
So, he chose one of the most popular beaches near where the whispers originated from, he told his trainer that he wouldn't be in his sessions, and like debris swept away in the wake of a hurricane, Adrien flew half way around the world in search of a place for him to begin again without the watchful eye of his father or his associates.
Adrien was led to the sea by happenstance, but it was with great purpose that he stepped off that plane in Sydney. He was here to get better, to chase the best in the field, learn a few new tricks, and to feel the waves of a new beach caress his skin. He was here for the adventure, the thrill, the chase.
With his mind full of ladybugs and waves, the blond man set out to find a place to stay and a job to support him.