Adrien woke drearily, eyes heavy as he squinted at the morning light washing over him. Giving a groaning hum, he made a large shift in his bed, flopping over to the edge to escape the light and simply hanging a little off the bed's rim as he tried to settle into a light doze.

Silence sang in the morning, keeping the air still and hushed.

With his eyes shut tight, he tried to fall back asleep.

He knew from the list he checked last night, he had nothing to do this day. He had nothing to do for the next few days, Père holding true to giving him a break. Sleep would be ideal in spending this morning. After getting his miraculous, he's especially grown fond of the idea of sleep. It was worse on warm, sunny days. So many nice sunny spots that he winds up finding, both here and all around Paris.

It took so much effort not to just drop to the hall floor and lay in that beam of light.

Only he'd have no explanation to offer Nathalie or any other of the staff if they found him napping on the floor.

It was his best bet to just nap in bed.

Like this morning.

He should just sleep some more.

Sleep was great.

Only the silence was too loud in his ears, the bed felt too warm, the morning light too bright, and his tired mind was already buzzing with activity. Sighing loudly, he cracked his eyes open, catching sight of the still, pale ring laying on the floor.

Eyeing it for a moment, he reached for it and slipped it onto his finger.

It fit snugly, the metal strap wrapping around his finger felt warm and right.

He rubbed his thumb over the smooth texture, mind absent.

He felt no urge to slip out and find Ladybug and go against his father's cause. At least, not yet.

There was nothing yet that seemed like the ring was manipulating him.

He was still here.

He was still fighting at his father's side.

Still fighting against her.

There was a shift across the room and Adrien looked up, catching sight of Plagg moving around for once, nosing his stuff and tossing some papers and pens and pencils to the floor below.

More of his quiet rebellion and displeasure towards Adrien.

The blond sighed, flopping onto his back and letting the kwami do as he pleased. He would clean that up later.

Adrien squinted and grimaced as the morning light shined on his face. "Uuugh," he voiced aloud, like he could tempt some sympathy. From who or what, he didn't know.

He could feel Plagg's glare from across the room.

Not letting it get to him, he called, "Good morning."

The kwami dove for the trash bin.

Adrien pursed his lips after him and rolled to his side, pulling his pillow close and nuzzling it, trying to tempt himself back to sleep.

Only for his mind to buzz on, anxious to be up and active.

He released another sigh.

His cell chirped in the room, brightening as it beckoned him.

He stared at it from where it lay across the room, watching it release another impatient chirp, calling him over.

With vocal groans, he slid out and stumbled over to it. Unlocking it, he blinked sleepily at the coming train of messages. All from Chloe, demanding that he drop by the hotel and keep her company. Evidently her friend Sabrina was occupied and couldn't be there to amuse her. Rubbing his face and trying to wipe sleep away, he called to Plagg, "Ready to head out?"

The kwami didn't answer him, like always.

Sunglasses that represent Paris.

Sunglasses that represent Paris...

Where could she find a pair of sunglasses that best represented Paris on such short notice? Humming aloud as she pondered this, Marinette slipped out of the hotel, trying to think of a solution that would satisfy the newly arrived rockstar.

The first pair she had found a frantic rush didn't appeal to Jagged Stone, and she had been sent out to find a better pair.

But she couldn't think of anywhere that had what he wanted.

Or what exactly he wanted...

Sunglasses that represented Paris.

What sort of glasses would those be?

Especially since it was looking very unlikely that she would find them in time-

Marinette released a started squeak when her nose slammed right into a firm chest, and sent her teetering back. Hands grabbed her shoulders and kept her steady. Rubbing her nose, she looked up, blinking at the startled handsome blond that stared down at her. Marinette blinked, surprised and a little awed by his appearance. Till his green eyes glinted and he offered her the cheekiest grin she's ever seen. "Careful," he warned, "else I'd think you're falling for me." He finished with a wink.

Marinette stared up at him.

He grinned down at her.

"Pardon?" she voiced, raising a brow at him.

The handsome boy faltered. "You keep falling around me?" he offered.

She blinked at him in confusion. She did? "Have we met?" she asked slowly, eyeing him oddly.

"Yeah! We met," he paused and winced, "once before..."

She raised a higher brow. "Ok," she said, "well, uh, thanks?"

He opened his mouth to reply, only for them both to cringe when there was a shrill call from inside. "ADRIKINS GET IN HERE!"

Marinette grimaced.

"Adrikins" frowned.

"Well thanks," she rushed out, hurrying past him, having no interest in interacting with a friend or boyfriend of Chloe's.

And he flirted with her too... She stuck her tongue out in a distaste full gag. Thankfully Chloe was stuck manning the front desk, and should be stuck there, and she free to wander the city!

And try to find some sunglasses for Jagged Stone...

"Come on," she mutters, "think Mari, think..."

Her purse cracked open. "Do you need a cookie?" Tikki calls.

"No," Marinette said, "I need an idea..." She glances down at the sunglasses in her hand, the rejected pair that the rockstar didn't want. She pulled them out, considering them.

Tikki grins down below, blue eyes shining. "You have an idea?" Tikki buzzed.

"I have an idea," Marinette said, racing home to build this.

Adrien was regretting so much.

Why did he come? He knew, he knew, this wasn't going to be fun. It was never fun with Chloe.

Was he so bored that he was willing to suffer?

It took all his will to not just get up and leave. Her perfume was still too strong for his nose, even when he sat three feet from her, his nose ached and Adrien wanted to sneeze. And she was entirely oblivious to his discomfort. She just prattled on and on about this latest accessory she wanted, oh let him be clear; one she wanted him to buy her.

He sighed aloud, sparing a glance to the hotel doors.

He's damn sure if he got up and chased after Princess, he'd be having a better time.

His nose certainly wouldn't suffer.

Adrien pouted when he thought about her.

She didn't remember him.

Didn't even seem to know him.

Adrien Agreste.

The friendlier of his two faces. The one that's actually loved by people.

She didn't remember or know him.

He was a little bugged.

Bugged and intrigued.

How could she not recognize him? His face was everywhere! He wanted to jump up and stick his nose in this more, learn more about how she didn't know him-

"Adrikins are you listening?" Chloe sharply demanded, drawing Adrien back. He gave a confirming hum, watching the hotel doors out of sheer boredom. Content that he was, she prattled on about why the whatever piece she was talking about would go so well with her outfit and how soon he should purchase that for her.

Apparently it was expected to be very soon.

Adrien released a loud sigh, one that fell deaf to Chloe ears.

Maybe he should just jump up and hunt down Princess. Or go Chat Noir and stir up some trouble. Or... or he should suit up and help that very obvious akuma that just came into the hotel.

"Oh boy," he muttered, straightening up as the grinning akuma didn't even spare them a glance.

Which Chloe took much offense towards. "Hey!" she called out sharply, coming around to confront him and ignoring Adrien's hiss after her.

"What do you think you're doing?!" she demanded as the akuma turned to her.

Did she not see that was an akuma?!

Adrien lightly rests his forehead on his palm. He tried to warn her... Well, she'll probably be back later with Ladybug's usual success.

As the akuma shot Chloe, Adrien stood up, ready to get to business when the akuma turned to him, ready to shoot him into oblivion. Adrien raised a brow at him. "Really?" he asked. "You're going to shoot me?"

The butterfly symbol flared over the akuma's face, and he dropped his hand with a grimace. "Suit up," he ordered.

Adrien raised a higher brow at him.

Ok.

Snippy akuma today. This was going to be fun.

Slipping away in a camera less corner, Adrien called for the transformation and hurried out, finding that the akuma had left him behind.

Well great, he was definitely looking to working with this akuma. Grumbling under his breath, he hurried after him, following his nose to guide him after the akuma. It took him to one of the higher levels of the hotel, and Chat prowled slowly after him. He wondered what this akuma's interest was. Who or what was he after? Just anyone? He certainly didn't seem picky about his victims.

Before he caught up to the akuma, Chat paused, ears twitching when he heard the hurried pound of feet coming his way. He turned around, ready to face the charger.

They came in a faster blur than he was ready for, slamming into his chest and nearly toppling back to their rear.

Chat instinctively grabbed their wrist, holding them steady and blinking down at his attacker.

A very familiar and miffed Princess.

Chat grinned.

Even more so to the factor that she didn't notice him yet.

"Seriously," she muttered, straightening up with a huff and glancing worriedly down at her bag. "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry and wasn't paying attention and-"

"It's alright, Purrincess," he purred out, "it just shows that you just can't stay away from me."

He grinned at how she stiffened, slowly turning her gaze up to him.

"Hello," he chirped.

He laughed at how she jerked back, eyeing him wildly. "Ch-Chat Noir?!" she exclaimed.

"The one and only!"

"Wh-what are you doing here?!"

"Business Princess," he said. Sparing her a glance, he waved her away. "You should probably go, less you get shot."

"How considerate of you," she notes lowly, frowning.

"I'd hate to see my Princess in trouble."

She shoots him a dark look, but followed his suggestion and hurried away; though Chat did hear her grumble about when she became "his".

Chat purred, tail flicking about. She was so cute.

Turning, he hurried after the akuma, sniffing as he tried to track him. He found him in one room, with someone else.

Slipping in and ready to help him, Chat stiffened when he saw just who the akuma was after.

"Jagged Stone?!" Chat yelped out, drawing the two men's attention to him.

"Yes!" the akuma snapped, rounding on the nervous rockstar. "He needs to pay!"

"But it's Jagged Stone!" Chat snapped. His favorite rockstar! The most amazing man ever! Was he crazy?! Why was he after him?!

Growling at him, he drew near the rockstar as Jagged scrambled back, the akuma promising, "I'll keep you trapped forev-"

A red yo yo whipped past him and wrapped around the rockstar. Before any of them could move, Jagged reeled past them, knocking the akuma to the floor. Chat whipped around, just in time to see the rockstar stop by Ladybug's feet. With a loud squeak, he scrambled away and hid under a table while Ladybug crouched, ready for them both.

"You're going to regret that," the akuma growled, shooting at her.

Ladybug darted to the side, racing up the walls and avoiding the wild shots the akuma fired. Chat followed Jagged's example and pressed against the wall, trying not to get hit. Ladybug dropped down, ready to throw her weapon back, only to shout in surprise when her hand got shot.

Chat tensed instinctively, eyes locking on her as she held up her arm in horror.

Her hand was fuzzy and blurred.

Cackling, the akuma charged, ready to shoot again.

Scrambling, Ladybug grabbed a cart and shoved it his way, tripping the akuma and trapping him.

Ladybug quickly checked her hand, panicking slightly when her hand went through it.

She looked up sharply when she caught movement in the corner of her eye, catching Chat slowly stalking to her, eyes locked on her hand.

Turning, she ran away, grabbing Jagged and taking him with her as she fled.

Chat trailed after them, grimacing.

"You idiot!"

He jumped, turning to see the akuma scrambling up, scowling. "You let them get away!"

"You shot her," Chat growled. "Her, her hand-"

"I would've gotten her if you helped!" the akuma snapped, jabbing at his chest.

Chat bore his teeth, his pupils thinning as he released a warning growl.

The akuma drew away, a little surprised, before he grimaced down at the cat. "You're supposed to help me," the akuma warned.

"We're supposed to get the earrings, not hurt her."

The akuma scowled at him. "You know," he voiced, "I apologize to Hawk Moth, but I think it'd be best that I do this on my own..."

Chat wrinkled his nose at him.

And stiffened when the akuma reached for his helmet with an evil smile. "And I think Chat Noir would be a great addition to my collection."

Ladybug huffed, absently rubbing at her wrist. While freaky and inconvenient, it didn't hurt. Though she constantly felt a sharp prickling sensation on her arm. Like she had given her funny bone a very hard jab and it has yet to go away. Grimacing, she slipped into the victim's room, stopping to blink at all the posters and pictures of Jagged Stone he had up.

"Oh boy," she mumbles, creeping in and taking it all in slowly.

He wasn't kidding that this guy was a creep.

Oh boy.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy.

She was looking forward to getting this akuma over with.

Still rubbing her arm, she was about to continue on, only to stop when she saw movement on the wall. Stopping, she spared a glance at the white frames on the walls, gasping when she saw people in them.

People that had been shot.

"Y-you all ok?" she asked, bending down to look at them all, frowning.

Some stared at her, some reached out, calling for her. Wincing, she reassured, "I'll get you out, just hold on."

She stopped when she caught sight of black cat. "Chat Noir?" she proclaimed, gaping in surprise at him.

All she got was a bitter glare from the cat.

She leant closer, just, entirely baffled that he was here. "What do you do to get in here?" she asked teasingly.

Chat stubbornly turned his back to her, like not acknowledging her would make her go away. Evidently it did. Her compact chimed loudly, drawing her attention away from the sulking cat to see that Pixelator has just released a threat. "Oh boy," she muttered. To the trapped and scared civilians, she called, "Don't worry, I'll get you all out!"

To Chat, she teasingly bids, "Later Kitty!"

He regretfully knows that he has her to thank for getting out of that.

"What to do now," she mutters as she walks out of the hotel, grimacing.

Unlike what the producer had said, evidently Jagged had wanted something different than an album design similar to XY.

Something that matched his flare more.

But what...

"Something cool and dramatic," she decided, trying to come up with a plan. A big mix of colors, something that would flare out... An idea forming in her head, Marinette took the cd cover out, considering it.

Maybe-

"Hey!"

She gave a start, looking up to see Chloe's friend waving to her as he stepped out of a limo.

She pursed her lips at him.

He faltered a little, smiling awkwardly while his hand slowed to a froze. He peered back, a little unsure.

Eyeing him warily, she gave a slow wave back, earning a beam from the blond. Just as he took a step towards her, Marinette was shoved to the ground with a loud squawk as Chloe rushed out, shouting, "Adrikins!"

Marinette heard a tired and strained, "Chloe," before a scuffle of feet went by her as the two disappeared inside, leaving her to lay moodily on the ground, fuming over the blonde.

A throat cleared up and Marinette glanced up to see the doorman scowling down at her. "You're blocking the door," he said, waving her away.

Muttering a Chinese curse she remembers her Maman muttering once a blue moon, Marinette got up, grabbed the thrown rejected album, and stomped away, intent on returning home and just focusing on her work. Not before letting loose some steam before she got there. "I hate rich people," she mutters angrily.

Her purse snaps open, Tikki shooting her a disappointed look. "No you don't," she lectures, "and hate is a strong word."

"It's a strong emotion."

"Marinette."

Marinette slumped, whining, "She's so ridiculous!"

"I know. But Marinette," Tikki starts, "you shouldn't let every jerk get to you. As a miraculous wielder, you cannot let hate and frustration guide you or cloud your judgement."

"I know," the dark haired girl huffed.

Tikki offers her a proud smile, "You're doing good, despite your frustrations. You still protect her, even if she irks you."

"I'm not heartless," Marinette mumbles.

"I know. And I'm glad for it."

Before Marinette could reply, strong arms wrapped around her torso and lifted her up high into the air.

Before she could let out a squawk of alarm, green flames exploded just where she was previously.

And destroying that rejected cd cover.

They landed a little ways, closer to the walling buildings as Chat's familiar purr rumbled over her head. "Careful Princess, we don't want you roasted." Ignoring the cat, she shot a wild look up to the akuma that she was facing today.

A dragon.

A freaking dragon.

A dragon that looked familiar...?

Chat shuffled behind her, leaning forward as he rested one arm on her shoulder. "What?" he presses, raising a brow down at her, "No thank you for your dashing knight? Who came rushing to your rescue? Who-"

"Dragon!" she crows, wildly waving at the pinkish purple beast in the sky, shooting green flames about. "There's a dragon flying around Paris!"

Blinking, he cracked a greatly amused smile. "This startles you? I'd thought you'd be used to it now."

She shoved him, growling.

Chat jabs humorously, "That's very unlady like."

Rolling her eyes, she was about to demand what was going on, only to falter when she caught sight of a dark figure coming out of the hotel. A rockstar to be exact.

Well that explained why the dragon was so familiar.

"Jagged Stone!" she screeched, jerking her arms at him. "You akumatized Jagged Stone?!"

"Yes!" Chat proclaimed excitedly, jumping around like a child on Christmas, his tail flailing wildly behind him. "I'm working with my favorite musician! Isn't this awesome?!"

"You made him a villain!" she stressed.

Leaning forward, he declared, "A pretty awesome one." Grabbing her, he drew her close, pointing, "Look at this amazing power he has!"

She watched as Jagged Stone made a big swing at his guitar, shooting a colorful blast of waves at people.

Marinette tensed, expecting the worst only the people, animals, and items that were hit were... were... headbanging?!

"Headbanging," she muttered, gaping at the akuma's power.

"Isn't it pawesome?!" Chat crowed, his whole body twitching as he cackled in glee.

"It's, it's something," she agreed, still struggling to take this in. What... what sort of power was that?

"Hey!"

Both looked to see that the villain had turned to them, glaring. Pointing at Chat, he shouted, "Stop chatting with your girlfriend and get your tail over here! We're going to get XY!"

She felt Chat tense beside her, muttering, "Going to hear about that later." But he moved away, grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss to it before she could even think to jerk back. "Till later Princess! If you get hit! Have fun with it! Rock on!" he calls to her, giving her a quick wink before turning and dashing off, shouting, "Wait for me Guitar Villain! I wanna ride the dragon!"

"G-Guitar Villain?" she repeats, gaping. "Seriously? Seriously?!"

Was Hawk Moth running out of ideas?

Did Chat name this akuma?

"Marinette," Tikki pipes, peeking up from her bag.

"Right, right," she mutters, summoning the transformation. At least she knew what Guitar Villain's objective was.

That should save her some time... if she could beat a dragon.

She was not expecting to see Chat again so soon.

The latest she expected to see him next was the next akuma attack.

Not the very next day, when she just got home from school. Having been swarmed at school for working with Jagged Stone and designing his latest album cover, she was ready for a well deserved nap, only to find green eyes staring at her from her loft window, impatiently waiting for her. He made that clear with how he persistently scratched at it, silently pressing her to come up.

Pursing her lips, she considered ignoring the cat. But he'd probably scratch up her trapdoor... sighing she headed up and demanded, "What do you want?"

Chat sat back on his haunches, tail twitching excitedly. His whole being seemed to be wiggling and vibrating in excited, nervous glee.

...She could almost hear purring?

"Are you purring?" she echoed, leaning closer as she tried to hear better.

Shaking his head, Chat stiffly held out a small item to her, awkwardly stating, "Signature."

She blinked at him, raising a brow and slowly took the album case.

She was surprised to see that it was the one she designed for Jagged Stone. It was still weird to think that Chat listened to music like everyone else, that Jagged Stone was his favorite. Raising a brow at it, she tiredly said, "Well, I suppose to could ask him for a signature. I do owe for saving my neck back there and-"

She jumped at the claw that lightly poked her forehead.

She looked up, meeting Chat's coy smile and was that a light blush on his cheeks?

"I want your signature," he said.

She blinked at him dumbly. "What?"

"You designed the album cover. I want your signature on it."

"O-oh," she squeaked. "Um, gimme a minute." Album in hand, she dropped into her room, grabbing a pen and scrawling her name over the cover.

Jittery, she rushed back up, offering the album to Chat.

He took it delicately, looking over her signature. He grinned, mumbling, "Marinette."

She blinked, a little surprised to hear her name from him.

He looked up, meeting her surprised gaze. With a grin, he said, "It's nice to finally know my Princess' name."

Marinette tensed.

Chat gave her a salute, turned and darted away, leaving her cringing in her trapdoor.

Tikki floated up, munching on a cookie. Swallowing, she bid, "That was very nice of you."

Marinette babbled, "W-what did I just do?!"

"What's this I hear about a girlfriend?"

Adrien winced at the sharpness of Père tone. Pursing his lips, he simply stated, "Nothing. That's just something the akuma assumed. There's nothing going on, Père."

He could almost feel the raised brow of his father. "You did seem familiar with her."

"We've met a few times."

"While you were Chat Noir?"

Adrien chuckled dryly. "It's a bit weird. She isn't really scared of me..."

His father turned, eyeing him oddly.

Adrien peered back, trying not to shrink.

Père implored, "Be cautious."

"I don't really have anything to fear from her-"

"And she isn't unnerved by you." His father's gaze turned sharp. "You can't control those who don't fear you."

"...I don't exactly want to control her."

"Adrien," he said sharply. "We have a goal. This could be dangerous."

"She won't get in the way."

"You can tell me in full confidence that she isn't a distraction?"

Adrien glared at the desk, grimacing. Père continued, "You should stop seeing her. We have a mission and she'll be a distraction and threat and-"

"I'll be careful," Adrien cuts in.

Père looks at him sharply.

Adrien met his gaze boldly, warily stating, "I'm going to continue seeing her."

"Adrien-"

"She won't be a distraction. She's, she's the closest I have as a friend. Am I not allowed to make friends?"

"I'm not letting you use that ring to make friends."

"Oh yes," Adrien huffed, leaning back in his seat with a scowl. "I obviously have other means of making friends."

Père glared down at him.

Adrien glared down at the desk.

Sighing, Père declared, "Friends would be a distraction, Adrien. They are fleeting."

"...I'd like to learn that myself," Adrien said, getting up and leaving. Père pursed his lips as he stared at his son's fleeting back.

Beside him on the desk, Nooroo fidgeted. "M-Master?" the kwami stuttered, flinching when those sharp eyes turned down towards him. "It-it's not a horrible i-idea. Hi-him making friends? Um, we, we could use this to our, our advantage."

"...How?"

Stomping into his room, Adrien gave a hasty, angry kick at a basket ball he had left near his door. It bounced uselessly away, rolling to a lazy stop near his windows. Breathing hard as he glared at it, he turned sharply to meet Plagg's slanted eyes.

Adrien demanded, "Is it really too much to ask?!"

He stomped into his room, grabbing that basket ball and angrily threw it at the hoop.

It made the shot.

Perfectly.

Growling, he grabbed it and threw it at the rim, watching in satisfaction as it bounced off and flew half way through the room. Rounding on the black kwami once more, Adrien continued, "Is it really too much to ask for a friend? Someone, outside Chloe, to just hang out with?! Someone that doesn't care about my status? Someone that doesn't care who I am and isn't intimidated in anyway?! And just... talk?!"

He stomped over to that ball, grabbing it roughly.

"I do good work," Adrien declared, "I work hard to help him how I can, to fight against Lady Luck herself, to get those damn earrings so we can get her back. And I want her back! I do! But I'm still just, just running around on my own! The akumas? They don't care! They don't make good company! They don't want to listen or chat or just... hang out! Merde, one even shot me and nearly deleted me with everyone else!"

He threw the basket ball back at the hoop, watching it bounce off and rattle the hoop sharply.

"Is it..." he breathed hard, shoulders shaking as he dug his nails into his palm. "Is it really too much to ask? She, she won't be a distraction. I won't let her be. But is it really too much, I just, I just can't hang out with someone? Befriend them?"

Turning, he met Plagg's slanted eyes, the little god as quiet as ever.

Sighing and slumping down to sit on the floor, Adrien said, "You don't even care, do you?"

He didn't see that bit of cheese thrown at him.

He jolted in surprise, catching that small block before it fell to the floor. He looked at Plagg in surprise, watching the kwami as he floated up. For the first time in the year he got him, the little god spoke. "I like camembert." Not waiting for Adrien to reply, Plagg dove into the trash bin, hidden from sight.

Sitting there for a moment, just soaking in the wonder that his kwami actually talked to him, Adrien allowed a small, relieved smile.

What said Plagg wasn't exactly nice or pleasant.

And he threw cheese at Adrien's head.

But for some strange reason, he found he was in a better mood for it.

Getting up and tossing the cheese into the waste bin with the kwami, ignoring the quiet growl that came from it, Adrien went to his desk, picking up the signed album. Marinette flared over the cover beautifully and Adrien took a minute to trace the curving lines, smiling softly at the little heart dotted over the i.

Marinette.

He liked the name.

Cracking it open, he slid it into his computer to play, pausing for a moment to consider the list, he chose the softest song on the cd.

The tribute Jagged Stone made for Ladybug.

Can I just see the limit to Adrien's patience? Sometime? Have him snap at someone or just blow it out in general? I feel a lot of frustration and disappointment piling up on him and he's going to snap and we're all going to be scared and sorry and just want to hug Sunshine Child. (I was so hopeful we'd get to see the limit to his patience with Lila in Volpina and have that as a rare Adrien centered ep and have him cause her but sadly no, child is too sweet). Maybe season 2?

Guitar Villain still has to be one of my fav eps from s1. It was so ridiculous and fun. AND IT HAD A DRAGON. I'm so weak to dragons.

So, since I have no full plan for this outside a slow burning romance, any akuma requests? OCs or ideas can be included along with show akumas, I'll see if I can write them out. Only other akumas I have right now that're upcoming for sure are Dark Cupid and Volpina; I'm open to hear some other suggestions.

Akumas that have for sure happened: Bubbler, Lady Wifi, Pharaoh, Mr Pigeon, Darkblade, Evillustrator, Climatika, Pixelator, and Guitar Villain. Very likely I won't write for these.

So, if you have any akumas you want to see, from the show or your own idea; feel free to share and I'll see if I can write them in.