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The pair of heroes patrolled the city as usual, enjoying the quiet as they raced over the rooftops bathed in moonlight. After completing their separate routes, they met up at the warehouse once more.

When Ladybug arrived, Chat Noir was basking on the rooftop, gazing up at the stars. She landed next to him and he smiled up at her, patting the roof beside him. Sit, his voice sounded in her head.

She tapped her toes, squinting down at him. It's late.

Five minutes. Practice.

She conceded, plopping down beside him and lacing her fingers together behind her head as she lay back. We need blankets.

Or an air mattress. Chat Noir struggled to restrain the mental imagery his brain came up with to go with the suggestion. All he needed was to accidentally send Ladybug another picture of them in an illicit scenario. He'd never hear the end of it.

The heroine didn't receive any pictures, but she could easily guess what he was thinking. She giggled, Naughty kitty.

Me? He sent her a dangerous grin. A purrfect gentleman.

She burst into laughter. "Okay, I'm not sure how I feel about you having the ability to send puns directly to my mind anytime you want."

"I purromise not to abuse it, my lady. Cat's honor." Chat Noir turned his head to look at her, asking her mentally. So, what happened?

She cocked her head in response, confused. What?

You feel happier today. Something good?

She smiled at him. Yes. My friend is better. So are you.

Yeah. His grin wavered a bit. Mostly.

What happened?

The hero hesitated until she shifted beside him, moving closer to take his hand. With a sigh, he told her, Destroyed something important. Irreplaceable.

It was obvious that it pained him to think about, and she squeezed his hand in sympathy. I'm sorry, Kitty.

The comfort she was sending him made him feel a bit better. Thanks, Bug.

They lay there for a bit longer, letting thoughts flow between them as they enjoyed their time together. Being with Chat Noir was comfortable and relaxing, and Ladybug was reluctant to say, "Chat, I think it's time to head home."

Sorry, can't hear you.

She huffed out an annoyed laugh. Past your bedtime. And mine.

Chat Noir propped himself up on his elbow, surprising her as he leaned forward to loom over her, his free hand moving towards her waist. Her heart began to pound. What was he doing? He wasn't going to kiss her goodnight or something, was he?

Why did the voice in her head sound hopeful?

His face hovered over hers and she held her breath. Should she close her eyes? Push him away? Lean closer? Ki-

Chat Noir's face split in a devilish grin as he snatched her yoyo from her waist. Can't leave without this. He leapt up, leaving her in a flustered pile on the ground as he sprinted across the nearby buildings.

Chatwick Alphonse Noir! Get your tail back here!

Their practice was really paying off, her yelling came through crisp and clear in his head. He laughed as he leapt over to another rooftop, still holding a solid lead on her. That is not my name!

Chatzelor Algernon Noir!

You're terrible at this. He used his baton to cross a wide gap between buildings, pausing on the other side to place it back in its holster. He turned to face her, waving her captive yoyo with a smile. Do you even want it back?

Ladybug stumbled to a stop, assessing the large gap between them. Chat Noir stiffened as he caught the familiar glint in her eye. My lady, don't-

The heroine took several large steps backwards, then rushed forwards with a determined grimace. Her partner yelped as she jumped towards him, knowing the space was too large for even her super agility to cross.

"Ladybug!" He dove for her, instincts forcing his arm forward to throw out his baton and catch them.

Only, he wasn't holding his baton.

By some luck he shouldn't have had, the yoyo wrapped around an outcropping on the roof, line snapping to arrest their fall right as he scooped her up in his arms. Their momentum carried them through a dizzying series of bounces and spins before they slowed to a stop.

Chat Noir groaned and opened his eyes, disoriented when he found that everything was upside down. "Wha-"

Typical. His luck in catching the yoyo on something had ended up in them hanging upside down, cocooned in its strings. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and he gulped, his mind beginning to run a little wild. The situation was almost too tempting.

In his arms, Ladybug moaned, looking a bit sick. "Okay, that's illegal. You're never allowed near my yoyo ever again."

"Well, surely with some practice I could-"

"Nope, vetoed. Never again." She wiggled against him in a way that made him shut his eyes once more. "How did you even manage this?"

He attempted a chuckle, hoping it didn't sound as strained as it felt. "Just good luck, I guess." He cracked his eyes open and found her adorable face of concentration all too close to his, forcing him to shut them again.

Don't think about the Spider-Man kiss. Don't think about the Spider-Man kiss.

Ladybug blushed, hoping it was hidden by her mask. I can hear you.

Oh. Play it cool, Chat. Hey, ever heard of a Spider-Man kiss?

Before she could respond, the yoyo slipped from its place on the outcropping, dropping them the remaining distance to the ground. Chat Noir managed to take the brunt of the fall, holding his partner on top of him with an "oof" as they hit the dirt.

Ladybug pushed up off of him slightly as the tension in the yoyo string eased. "You okay?"

"Never better," he wheezed, trying to catch the breath that had been knocked out of him. "You?"

"I'm fine." She paused, looking as though she was thinking something over. "You didn't have to catch me."

"'Course I did. I'll always catch you, Bug."

He was giving himself a mental pat on the back for his smooth chivalry when she caught him off guard, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek.

"Thanks, Kitty." Her smile was soft as she glanced away, tugging the string off of them and standing up. She offered him a hand, and he reeled his jaw back into place, accepting it as he rose to stand next to her. He almost missed her next words, distracted as he tried to determine if that was a blush on her cheeks. "Now, we really do need to head home."

Recovering quickly, he bowed with a flourish, lifting the hand he still clasped to his lips and placing a tender kiss on her knuckles. "Of course. Sweet dreams, my lady."

When she tumbled into bed twenty minutes later, it was his smile on her mind as she fell into a deep sleep.

"Marinette!" Tikki cried, flitting around the blanket-covered lump that was her charge. "Get up, you're going to be late for school!"

The blanket mound shot upward, pillows and stuffed animals exploding in all directions. "What time is it?"

"You've got fifteen minutes. If you hurry, you'll be fine."

Marinette struggled out of her burrow with a yawn, still tired from the previous night's late patrol. "Thanks, Tikki. I really can't afford to be late today," she replied as she finally managed to free her upper body, popping her head out of the hole she'd made. "Really, you're a life saver."

"I kn—" Tikki broke off with a gasp as she caught sight of the girl. "Marinette, your hair!" she squealed.

"What about it?" Marinette reached up and tugged a lock of hair over her shoulder to examine it, her jaw dropping in shock. For a moment, her mouth simply opened and closed noiselessly as she struggled for words, finally asking with a surprising amount of calm, "Tikki, why the hell is my hair purple?"

The kwami visibly stifled a giggle. "It's more of a magenta, really."

"Tikki."

"It's lovely against your eyes."

"Tikki!"

The kwami laughed aloud as she flitted over to float in front of the girl's nose. "This is wonderful, Marinette! You've gotten your new power!"

"My new power is to turn my hair magenta?" Marinette glanced disdainfully at the lock of hair she still clutched before dropping it and crossing her arms over her chest. "Does it come with a receipt?"

"Oh, Marinette, this power is so much more than that." Perching on one of the nearby pillows, Tikki looked up at her charge adoringly. "This is the power of adaptation."

"Adaptation."

"Yes. You know, of course, how calling upon the 'Lucky Charm' power bestows you with a seemingly random item to use to save the day. As Ladybug, you are able to adapt to the circumstances with the tools you've been given. This power carries that theme. It allows you to transform different characteristics of objects, down to the atomic level."

Marinette's eyes widened in awe. "Really? It's that powerful?"

Tikki nodded sagely. "Yes, it is matched by no other power—Miraculous or otherwise—aside from the power of decomposition that Chat Noir has developed." The kwami gave her a warm smile. "They are opposites, clearly, and are meant to balance each other. You see, whatever item Chat Noir deteriorates or turns to ash, you can rebuild with your power."

"Does that mean-" The girl trailed off, almost afraid to hope. "Does that mean I would be able to fix the important thing Chat accidentally destroyed?"

"Most likely, yes, provided he held onto most of the remains." Marinette's frown turned into a beaming smile as she imagined the look on his face when she told him. Tikki cleared her throat to regain the girl's attention, warning, "You should know, it doesn't work on human injuries unless they're very small. Trying to heal large injuries can exhaust your energies, causing internal wounds that can be lethal."

"Good to know," Marinette gulped. "I promise I'll be careful."

"Good. Now hurry! You've only got ten minutes to hide that orange hair and get to school."

"Orange?" Marinette grabbed at her hair, only to find that the strands were changing color yet again. "Now it's yellow? I can't go to school like this! Magenta hair would've been hard enough to get away with, but I can't explain away my hair changing color in the middle of class."

"It seems to be changing to match your emotions," Tikki observed as Marinette dashed down her bed's stairs to examine herself in the mirror.

Marinette let out a strangled moan at the sight of her multi-colored hair, which was currently trying to decide whether it wanted to be a deep plum or a bloody red. "What am I gonna do?"

"Morning guys," Adrien greeted Nino and Alya as he slid into his seat. "Where's Marinette?"

Alya rolled her eyes with an affectionate smile. "Probably just running late as usual." She checked the time on her watch, leaning towards the boys as she pointed at it. "I'll be she bursts in in 30 seconds and trips into her seat right as the bell rings.

The trio eyed the door, waiting to see if Alya's prediction was correct. A dark head of hair popped into view in the hallway and they held their breath, but it turned out to be a winded Juleka rushing into class.

The bell rang and the teacher walked in to begin class as the group exchanged confused glances. Adrien whispered, "Did she tell you guys she wasn't coming to class today?"

Nino looked at Alya, who shook her head, then turned back to his friend and shrugged. "Nah man, she probably just overslept and Principle Damocles caught her in the hall to give her a tardy."

"M. Lahiffe, M. Agreste, Mlle. Cesaire. If you please."

The group turned to the front, shoulders hunched with guilt as they mumbled apologies for not paying attention. Under the teacher's watchful eye, they sat up straight and took notes, though they all kept an eye on the door throughout the class.

When the bell finally rang, Alya propped her chin in one hand. "Mari's never overslept this long before."

"Maybe she got sick?" Adrien offered.

Alya squinted. "She seemed fine yesterday. Guess it's possible, though." Pulling out her phone, the girl fired off a quick message, tapping her toes under the desk as she waited impatiently for a response.

"I'm sure she's fine, bab-"

Nino's reassurance was cut off as Alya's phone buzzed and she swiped it off the desk once more. "She says she didn't get much sleep last night and doesn't feel well today so she's not coming in."

Adrien frowned, disappointed that he wouldn't get to see the girl. They'd been making so much progress in their friendship, and honestly, after spending the previous week away from her, he found he really missed her company.

Grabbing his own phone and opening his text thread with Marinette, he began to type.