Hey guys, so this is the first fanfic story I've ever shared... and I wrote it in about 5 minutes at like 2am so don't judge! This is almost just a taster for what's to come, and over the next few days I'll post a much longer, much more well-developed continuation. Hope you like it! 😊
Adrien slumped onto his bed and groaned as Plagg rolled out from his shirt pocket and began to complain noisily about his empty stomach. He winced as he remembered the pained way in which Ladybug had looked at him when he'd unnecessarily grabbed her hand as she'd tried to leave. Needless to say, he'd almost immediately dropped it... it was just so embarrassing though. He constantly tried to be confident and win her over, and he was constantly shut down... so much for fame serving you well when trying to catch the woman of your dreams.
Sighing, he dragged himself off the bed and traipsed to the kitchen, snatching a large chunk of Camembert and shoving it into his pocket. Maybe it would keep the little beast quiet while Adrien tried to clear his mind of the many hazy images of Ladybug that plagued him daily. Love that isn't mutual is exhausting, he had found out the hard way.
Stumbling into the shower, he numbly ran his hands through his silky hair and let his tears mix with the hot water running down his face, clinging to his eyelashes. He'd never let anyone else see him cry over a girl, but he just knew he would never find someone as perfect as Ladybug, and he needed her to realise that he could show her how perfect she was in every way, if she let him. But even if he were to win her over... how would it work? Would they be allowed to share their identities, or would they have to transform before each date, leaving before they transformed back?
His mind hurtling along the usual tracks of destruction, Adrien stepped out of the shower and pulled on some clothes before slipping into bed. There he continued to fret about the love of his life, slowly falling into a fitful sleep while Plagg silently munched his way through his cheese.
Little did he know that back in the school library, his teacher was angrily sweeping the already spotless floor, silently cursing the name of the one who had disturbed the silence of her haven for almost an entire afternoon.
"Blast it, Cat Noir, next time you have a student to capture you can lure them OUTSIDE, not into my library where students are attempting to STUDY!" she growled, and somewhere a mechanical window opened as Hawk Moth sensed the irritation that spread throughout the middle-aged woman.
TO BE CONTINUED! Comment ideas of what you think should happen, and maybe I'll try some of them out! 😊