Okay, so I got this idea when I saw a comic. I thought it was super cute. I hope it turned out okay!

*Disclaimer* I don't own any Miraculous Ladybug characters.

He didn't know why he did it. She was really just an acquaintance. He rationalized it as wanting to make sure she was okay. She'd had a rough day. However, part of him knew that wasn't the whole story. He wanted to see her. There was another part of him that didn't to go. He was betraying his lady. Then there was the part that didn't care. So many pieces of him all taking him into a different direction. One was the strongest though. That bit won and took him to her house.

He dropped silently onto her balcony. The trap door was open, and after only a moment of hesitation, he slid in onto her bed. He was immediately blinded by pink. There was pink everywhere. The second thing he noticed were the pictures. Pictures of him. Well, technically, they were of Adrien. For a moment, he was flattered. Then he saw the notes. Things she liked about the clothes he was modeling, colors that worked together, things she might have done differently. He smiled, almost disappointed. Almost. The third thing he noticed was her.

She was in pajamas that matched her room and had a towel draped across her back. Her dark hair was sopping wet, and she was trying to brush out the mess. Silently creeping down the stairs, he took a deep breath. A sweet scent filled his nose. It smelled like Marinette.

He crept forward towards where she was sitting with her eyes were closed in concentration.

"Princess," he said once he stood directly behind her. He eyes flew open as she gasped in surprise. "Let me help you." He plucked the brush from her hand and started to run it through her hair. His strokes were gentle. She remained stiff for a while before again shutting her eyes. He was able to successfully and (mostly) painlessly detangle her hair, but he kept brushing. The gesture soothed both of them. Then her head droop beneath his claws. She sighed.

"Thanks, Chat. That was so...re...laxing." Her words were punctuated with a yawn and her head drooped again. He watched her start to slowly slide out of the chair and caught her gently.

"Whoa there. I got you." He lifted her in his arms and carried her to her bed. She was already sleeping by the time he laid her down in her bed. Kissing her forehead, he admired the peaceful way she slept. "Sleep tight, Princess." He carefully slid through the trap door onto the balcony and shut it quietly behind him.

He smiled to himself as he journeyed home.

There it is! I am seriously thinking about writing more for this, but I have zero idea on where to start next. If I end up writing a second chapter, I'll try to get it posted by next Friday.

Until then, please review! Criticism is always welcome, and I would love input on how this should go.

Thanks for reading!