Nino Lahiffe was the best friend anyone could ever ask for. He was understanding and caring, always ready with a joke or a hug when needed. So, when he asked Adrien to listen to his radio broadcast, the blond would do anything to accommodate his request.

Adrien Agreste- part time model, part time physics student teacher- was a man who hardly had time for anything. He got up every morning at 4:30, in order to exercise, shower, and eat before going in to lecture his students. After his school day was over, he immediately went to a photoshoot of his father's designs or for various ad campaigns, oftentimes lasting well into the night. And who could blame his father for wanting Adrien to represent the line? There was no question about it. Adrien was aesthetically pleasing to the eye- tall, blond, green eyes, well maintained physique, charming smile.

It's not as if Adrien minded the work, though it did make student teaching a tad uncomfortable, what with all of his young students mooning over him all the time. The staring, Adrien could live with. He was used to it, even. The crushes, evident by blushing and stammering, he could not.

On this very uncharacteristic, but greatly appreciated night off from the photo shoots, Adrien was more than pleased to listen in to Nino's radio show.

The two met in a history class, on their first day of college. Adrien was a new student, and Nino was a class ambassador. After being asked to show Adrien around the school in lieu of sitting through a lesson, Nino confesses that he only agreed because he wanted to get out of work. The candor in his statement had made Adrien laugh, and it was hard to find them apart ever since, much to the chagrin of their professors.

Plugging his headphones into his phone, and switching to the radio on his phone, Adrien tuned into Nino's station. Hearing his best friend's voice through the radio made Adrien smile.

Nino had been on the station for about a week, and it was...interesting. He definitely kept the listeners on their toes, always spinning a new remix of a song or asking some truly bizarre questions. Adrien honestly wasn't sure that there could be so many different opinions to answer "What's your favorite type of mango?" But he was very wrong.

The mango debate lasted for a good 45 minutes on only his third night, ranging between four of his callers. Adrien was not ashamed to admit he was one of those four. He had strong opinions on mangoes, okay? Or, well, the Chat Noir side of his personality did. He selfishly enjoyed Nino's show for a few other reasons.

The first reason was that, when he called in, he was no longer Adrien Agreste: Famous Supermodel, Paris' Fashion Prince with the personality of wet cardboard; he was Chat Noir: Lover of Puns and Nino's most loved, loyal caller. At least, that's what Nino said. When Adrien was moonlighting under his fake identity on the radio, he could act like himself, and he didn't have to worry about what tabloids would print. And, he could do it all from the comfort of his own home while wearing sweats. If that wasn't a good enough reason to play pretend, Adrien couldn't think of anything better.

But the other reason he selfishly enjoyed Nino's Nightly Nineties (title from day five, when he only played music from the 1990s) was the sense of community. Being as busy as he was, Adrien didn't really have time to make friends. And when he managed to spark a connection, it usually came out in the wash that they were using him for his money or connections. But Chat Noir had made at least three in the course of a week, and nobody could have known it was him to use him. He was ever grateful for Nino's random codename idea.

There was the brassy and brazen Queen Bee; she seemed like she was high society, but she could be funny in a dry way. There was the quiet Illustrator; he always called in to complain about his painter's block, and refused to allow the bee girl's negativity be the only voice Nino heard. The guy who called himself Cupid always made Adrien laugh, because he said some truly stupid things every now and then, but he could tell the man had a good heart. There was the monotone Rose, who always tried to get Nino to listen to a new emo band or song, but somehow always seemed to mumble the titles until Nino stopped asking "what?" and just played something he hoped was enough for her. And, well...there was Ladybug.

Adrien didn't have words for her. She was always so...cute. At least, he thought her voice sounded cute. She had only called in twice so far, but he had high hopes she'd call in every night. The first time she called was on the first night, and she sounded supportive and kind, but she didn't stay on the line for long. The second time she called in, she talked Nino's ear off for a good 13 minutes, espousing about how the Ivory mango was obviously much more superior than the Alphonso mango, and whoever this "Chat Noir" was that had the wrong opinion on mangoes, she would love to meet him and flick the nose off of him and his "beautiful-voice sounding face."

She hadn't called in since the mango night. Nino swears he meant well when he offered to set her up with him so they could meet and she could flick him in his beautiful face, but after an awkwardly long silence punctuated by stammers about how she didn't mean to call him beautiful because how could she, she doesn't even know him and anyone who likes the wrong kind of fruit obviously isn't that beautiful, she hung up.

Adrien supposed he didn't help the situation much when he called back in, and over-dramatically declared that his heart was ripped out of his chest because he lost his one true love over a mango debate, and Nino joined in to pun, "The poor Ladybug just let her man-go." Which sent them into peals of laughter, and caused Queen Bee to call in and ask them to "shut your loud cackling up, because some people don't like hearing your crow-like laughter when they're trying to relax."

It was a little odd, but it was fun. And Adrien deserved it. Not that he didn't get enough of Nino as it was on the weekends- sharing an apartment kind of worked that way- but he was usually with his girlfriend, and Adrien missed bro time. He had yet to meet this girlfriend because, as Nino put it, "I don't want to subject you to that much crazy right away. She's intense. Also I think I'm in love. But she would terrify you." Which led Adrien to believe she might be a Russian pro-wrestler or possibly an assassin; he couldn't decide which theory he enjoyed more.

Nino's current topic on the air for tonight was about least favorite months of the year. Oddly enough, Cupid seemed to detest February, while Rose professed her sheer hatred for the month of July.

"Listen, all I am saying is that it's too hot. I am very pale. I get sunburned. And I don't like heat. Or being outside. Or, people, really."

Nino's laugh echoed through Adrien's headphones. "So, you're, like, a vampire but without the bloodsucking?"

"Yep," came the straightforward reply, followed quickly by a, "Okay. Bye."

Adrien smiled. Then he minimized his radio app and began dialing. After the dial tone, he heard a click, and then a familiar voice saying, "Caller, you're on the air."