The Other You

Past Mistakes

His body heavy, eyes drooping closed, Adrien released his transformation and flopped on his bed face down. Who in the world thought that him running a fashion empire after spending all day teaching the principles of physics to teenagers was a good idea? Add in Chat Noir's obligatory patrols, and you've got yourself a sleep-deprived, confused, and stressed disaster of a man. Yet, despite his exhaustion, Adrien's lips stretched in a smile as soon as his head collided with a pillow.

"I'm so tempted to just sleep," he whispered into the silence of his bedroom. "There's always morning for changing clothes and grooming."

"Do whatever you want," Plagg puffed. "But I need disinfection. Seriously, you two need to get a room and preferably a kwami-free one. I didn't sign up for this uncivilized, touchy-feely stuff. Can't you just reveal identities and free me from being an involuntary participant in your grossly romantic endeavours?"

"If it were up to me, I would've done that a long time ago," Adrien murmured. His shoes and clothes already on the floor, he crawled under the comforter, yawning. "But, you know just as well as I do that it isn't up to me, and Ladybug might actually be right about it being dangerous."

"Hawkmoth hasn't been active for years," Plagg whined, finishing wiping himself with a sanitizing towelette and immediately heading straight for his stash of Camembert. "He's probably dead already. Why do you still need to keep these masks on?"

"Hawkmoth not being active for a while isn't proof that we'll never see him again," Adrien replied, wrapping himself around his pillow. "What if he's just waiting for us to put our guard down to strike?"

"He isn't that smart."

"I wouldn't say so," Adrien yawned again. "The man kept us on our toes for a decade. But even if, presumably, he's out for good, this isn't the time to start a relationship still."

"Why not?"

"Plagg, please," Adrien mumbled, his eyes closed as he snuggled the pillow closer. "You know as well as I do that Ladybug is going through a rough period right now. Her job now demands all of her time and attention thanks to that jerk-boss that ditched them. Her relationship with her roommate—her best friend may I add—seems to worsen every time I hear about it. And have you even seen her? She's lost weight and looks pale and tired all the time." Adrien paused, opening his eyes. His chest tightened as he looked into the darkness of his bedroom. "Right now, Ladybug needs a friend who'll support her, not another relationship to work on. And since I can't help her with her civilian life, I'd be damned if I added to her problems."

Adrien rolled over and pulled his comforter over his head. Ladybug needed a friend right now, not a boyfriend, and he loved her too much to add a romantic relationship to her already nearly unbearable pile. So until she got her promotion, he'd support her as a friend and would remain close for whenever she needed him. Once she reached her goal, though, that would change because then, Ladybug would actually have time and strength for a relationship with him. Otherwise, Adrien was afraid he was risking ruining everything before it even started. He'd already waited for her for years, he could certainly wait a little longer.

"Whatever you say, lover boy," Plagg murmured and started to settle in his little bed, turning and twisting until he found the perfect position. "Goodnight, kid."

"Goodnight, Plagg," Adrien replied, his thoughts racing back to his Lady and the effortless friendship they'd developed that tiptoed dangerously on the border of romance. It would come eventually. Adrien knew that, and when it did, he'd make his Lady the happiest girl in all of France. He'd never take her for granted. He'd always—