Adrien/Chat Noir
Chat Noir was once again fighting with his beloved Ladybug, chasing down an extra fast akuma affected villain. And she had even made a pun! Maybe she was warming up to him…
But Chat Noir had to focus now, so he swung through the streets of Paris, chasing after the little gold dot as it zoomed towards the city's racing track. Cat Noir could pretty much guess Speedster's story; he must have been neglected from competing in a race, which got him angry, and resulted in him becoming the fastest man in Paris. Thanks again, Hawk Moth.
"You'll never catch me!" Speedster shouted, his voice vibrating throughout the city.
"They say that every time," Ladybug muttered.
When they arrived at the racing track, a large, circular shaped strip of dirt, Speedster finally stopped. He stared at the athletes who were currently doing push-ups at the other end of the ring, coached by a burly man blowing a whistle and yelling numbers. "That's him," Speedster whispered, and braced himself to run.
"Whoa, whoa!" Chat Noir shouted, jumping in front of Speedster, but was mowed down by sheer force - the golden dot was now racing towards the coach. He turned just in time to get a blow in the face, then was circled by the Speedster, who kept going faster and faster until a tornado started to form.
"Is this good enough for you?" Speedster yelled as the other racers jumped back in surprise; Ladybug led them to safety and then turned to face Speedster, but there was obviously nothing she could do without getting swept into the wind.
The coach's response couldn't be heard, and Chat Noir guessed that he was cowering in fear, obviously far from impressed at Speedster's skills. "How are we going to get him out?" Cat Noir asked Ladybug.
"I think that this calls for my special power," she replied, and then raised her hand, yelling, "Lucky Charm!"
Something long and skinny that matched Ladybug's costume fell into her hands; it looked like a tripwire. "What am I supposed to do with this?" she muttered.
While she thought it over, Cat Noir turned to the tornado that was growing larger and threatening to envelop them. "Hey, Speedster!" he yelled. "I think that's fast enough."
Finally, and to Chat Noir's great relief, the villain stopped; he probably wanted to see the look on the coach's face.
"Now who's the fastest?" Speedster spat at him.
"I-I remember you," the coach squeaked. "You're that boy who didn't make it on my team…"
"That's right!" Speedster retorted. "And now I'm the fastest man in Paris!"
"I've got it," Chat Noir heard Ladybug mutter, and then she strolled over to Speedster. "That's right," she said. "You are the fastest man in Paris. So… I was wondering if you wanted to do a little race."
"Of course!" Speedster replied, running on the spot and looking smug.
"Alright, but you're have to compete against Chat Noir."
"What? Me?" Chat Noir blurted, looking bewildered, but he caught Ladybug's eye - she had the look of trust me. "Oh, okay…"
"Great!" Speedster chuckled. "You're going down, little kitty…"
Chat Noir couldn't help but feel defensive. "Hey, cats are descended from cheetahs, which are the fastest animals in the world…"
Ladybug rolled her eyes. "Well, I'll need some time to set up everything, if that's alright with you?" She turned to Speedster.
"Take all the time in the world," Speedster replied. "It'll allow me to get some practice in."
Chat Noir knew that set up everything meant set up the trap, and he was curious to know what Ladybug was planning, but she didn't tell him; she got to work right away. He hoped that it didn't involve him getting wrapped up in it.
And so, Cat Noir followed Speedster's lead of doing pushups. He wasn't as fast as Speedster, obviously, who simply looked like a blur going up and down, but he was pretty athletic, too, thanks to being Chat Noir.
After about ten minutes, the race was ready to begin, and Chat Noir felt like he had trained, though he knew he was no match for Speedster. But, he decided, he might as well have a little fun with it, get a little practice in for future akuma attacks.
"On the count of three," Ladybug announced as Speedster and Cat Noir crouched at the starting line. "Ready? One…" Chat Noir's muscles tensed. "Two…" He was ready to go. "Three!"
And they were off, and Cat Noir felt like a complete idiot racing next to Speedster; the villain was already halfway down the track after Cat Noir took two steps. And then, he was at the finish line, hitting the ribbon that stretched across it - no, wait, it was Ladybug's lucky charm - and a cage fell on top of him. The tripwire had worked!
"What? What? What is this?" Speedster yelled, talking fast as he slammed against the metal bars of the cage.
"Haha!" Chat Noir yelled, running to the finish line, "Who's the winner now?"
"Noooooo!" Speedster yelled, just as Ladybug reached through the bars to grab something - a pin that was on the villain's costume; that must have been where the akuma was.
"No more evil doing for you," she said as she released her yoyo which caught the little purple butterfly, then turned it white and watched it fly away.
Speedster was back to normal; a scrawny young man with glasses, who didn't look anything like he could be an athlete, but then the coach walked over.
"Well, kid," said the coach. "I s'pose you can be on my team now."
"Really?" asked the former Speedster, looking up at the man.
The coach nodded and smiled.
"Well, then, that's settled," Ladybug said before joining up with Chat Noir.
"You did great," he said.
She smiled, which made Chat Noir's heart flutter. "I couldn't have done it without you."
"Ah, cliche," Chat Noir replied, and as he gazed into her eyes, he wondered something - should he tell Ladybug how he felt about her now? That he was really in deep love -
But then his ring flashed, and he knew that it was only seconds before he turned back; waving, he raced away from the love of his life, and into an alley so that he turned back into Adrien.
He sighed, knowing that his chance had been blown; he'd try another time. But right then, he had to go home and face his father, of whom he had severely disobeyed.