"You don't get it, Chaton," Ladybug said, "it's like he has a split personality. I mean he's hotter than Hades, he's sweet and kind and charming, and believe it or not he's clean...like crazily clean. I could eat off the toilet seat if I wanted to and it'd be more hygienic than the nearest McDonalds."

"Which side?"

"What?"

"Which side of the seat? I mean, most people will have clean lids but what about the inside?"

"The whole of it Chaton. He's so amazing and perfect, yet he's also really weird. He talks to himself all the time, like we'll be watching something and he'll just get up and leave the room. Then I might make him a cup of tea or something, walk to his room and he's there talking to himself."

Chat Noir started to laugh before looking back at his partner. "And what is it he talks about Bugaboo?"

"Most of the time, his nasally friend is trying to get him to ask me out. He nicknames me pigtails! Pigtails! Like what am I? Two?"

He snickered into his Choux Bun, biting down a little too forcefully and shooting cream out onto the rooftop. She rolled her eyes, she knew he wouldn't believe her. She barely believed herself. Adrien was the most perfect roommate and she really did love living with him, ignoring these crazy personality traits when they appeared. But the talking to himself had progressively gotten worse, as had the deliveries of boxes of Camembert cheese.

"And cheese! Oh my goodness, the cheese! He orders boxes and boxes of the stuff. He must have some sort of diary deficiency or something because he can eat these massive boxes in days!"

Chat snickered, "he must smell pleasant."

"That's the thing, Chat! He doesn't even smell! Actually there is a slight hint of something but it's nowhere near what you'd expect for the amount he's consuming." Reaching forward, she lifted the lid off the box of leftovers she'd snagged from her parents' bakery.

"That's not all though Kitty," she took a macaron and feasted on it with a large unladylike bite, speaking with her mouthful continuing her barbaric behaviour. "It's not just that though, it's the unusual hours he goes out and about too."

"Talking to the hero, who schedules herself a 2:30am patrol time because she 'can't sleep'. Maybe he's just a night owl like you."

She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Adrien Agreste a night owl? Please! The guy wakes up at 5am to run laps of the closest park. He was an enigma, a complete enigma.

"I'm not a night owl," she states. "I'm stressed. It's not just the hours though it's the fact he never uses the front door!"

She noticed Chat's eyebrows pulled together; he was either thinking over something or he had trapped wind? For her own sake she hoped it was the first, past experiences warning her to put distance between them just in case it was the second.

"How do you know that?" he said, his eyebrows permanently fixed in a screwed up position.

She let out a cackle, one that almost made her sound insane; though what she was about to say would most certainly cross that line.

"I sat, one night, in the dark on the sofa and waited. He seems to only do it on Wednesday and Friday nights. I thought maybe he had a secret girlfriend who he was going out to see or even letting into the apartment, but he didn't even use the front door."

"A-A-A Wednesday and Friday?" he asked, all of a sudden getting an uncharacteristic stutter, very much like the one she had around him when they first met. She nodded enthusiastically. "Have you ever followed him?"

"Non! And he always seems to follow the same pattern. He says he's tired and is going to bed, so I usually say I'm retiring too. He takes a rather long shower before conversing with himself about not getting paid enough cheese to do this and the next thing I know he's out of the apartment. It's just so strange, don't you think?" She turned her head to look at her partner only to find him looking a lot paler than normal.

"Then when I woke up the next morning about two wheels of his many camembert had disappeared from the cupboard." She narrowed her eyes as she noticed Chat looking rather worse for wear.

"Oh no, Kitty, are you not feeling good? Was it the macarons? I swear they were fresh this morning! I hadn't opened the box or anything until I got here!" She scooted onto her knees, looking towards her partner and placing a gloved hand to his head, not that she could feel much through the suit anyway.

"I'm - I - Phew, is it hot in here?"

Ladybug looked around the rooftop, taking note of the soft breeze floating through the trees making them sway uncontrollably from side to side. Nope it definitely wasn't hot.

"We're outside." She studied him once more before standing up and offering her hand out to him. "Seriously, Chaton, maybe you should go home?"

A squeak left his mouth as he slammed a hand over it to restrict any other sounds from escaping. She looked at him curiously, the sudden charge into this nervous man not something she was used to when it came to her kitty.

"Home?" he squeaked, followed by a nervous giggle. "Nope, no home for me. No, nope!" Ignoring the hand still gravitating between them he stumbled up onto his feet, using his baton to stabilise himself on the rooftop.

"Are you sure you're okay?" His face had gone past pale to deathly white. His green eyes took on their own radioactive glow as he glared back at her with a nuclear expression. She watched him waiver from side to side mirroring the movement of the trees.

His face passed through many, many emotions until it finally settled on one of pure fear and intense panic. He scrambled up onto his feet taking the baton from behind his back and flick it open to find the news, his thumbs workingina speed where they were just a blur to her.

"Woah, Kitty, slow down." Ladybug laughed. "Where's the fire?"

He eyes shot to look at hers, his mouth quivering as he attempted to speak. The sound of sirens in the background finally brought him out of his reprieve. "Did you happen –" he rubbed the back of his neck, a move similar to one she'd become accustomed to Adrien doing. Adrien?

Another siren blared in the background and Chat Noir closed his eyes, physically jumping on the spot.

"Marinette," he suddenly shouted, her whole body going into shock at hearing her name leave her partner's lips. "Marinette," he spoke softer the second time, walking towards her. "You, um, you wouldn't have happened to turn the oven off would you?"

Ladybug's head shot to the buildings in the distance, more siren's wailing as she unhooked her yo-yo and sent it in the direction of their (their) apartment.

Dropping into an alleyway, she called off her transformation unaware of Adrien doing the same right behind her, the two heroes running from their hidden space to the crowded streets of Paris; their neighbours standing on the sidewalk.

She stopped abruptly, Adrien colliding behind her as the firefighter restricted her access into the building.

"Sorry, it's not safe to head in there at the moment." The big, burly man said, crossing his arms in front of himself and moving eyes from Marinette to Adrien then back again.

"We think it might be our apartment." Adrien's voice behind her almost sent her flying into the air, her body tensing when he placed his hands onto her hips.

She'd gotten him wrong, so, so wrong. He wasn't talking to himself, or sneaking out to strange midnight clubs. He did stink of cheese because it wasn't him eating it, it was... oh goodness... he was...

"We'll let you know as soon as it's safe to go back in. But for now, unfortunately, you're stuck out here. A few people have gone over to the cafe across the street, they're offering a special discount on coffee and cakes whilst you wait."

He turned on his heel and headed back towards the building and some of their neighbours who were rather brassed off by the situation, leaving an embarrassed Marinette and Adrien standing one behind the other on the sidewalk.

Marinette turned slowly to look at Adrien, her face cringing as she remembered everything she'd told her partner about her roommate. This was mortifying.

"Um," she muttered, her hands coming in front of her and her fingers winding together in a nervous unease. "Hi." She gave him a little wave only to be met by a pure Chat Noir smile.

He raised one eyebrow and tilted his head to the side, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Well," he said, "this is definitely something for my diary."

She snorted. "You keep a diary?"

"Of course I do, how else would I note down about my sweet obsessed roommate who has a strange fascination with ancient Chinese literature."

The cringe smile was back, one that only intensified when she thought of everything he'd told her about his very attractive, yet standoffish roommate.

"Maybe you'll let me help you out a little more now." He smirked, folding his well toned arms across his chest. The arms and chest she'd seen naked in the shower that first day they'd met as civilians. She couldn't help but pray that the drool wasn't leaving the corner of her lips.

She chuckled, her head shaking side to side. "I bet Tikki and Plagg have had a field day."

Adrien joined her, a small laugh filling what was left of the silence. "Especially once Plagg found out about my not so secret crush on my roommate."

She felt her cheeks heat again, a small smile gracing her lips as she recalled the many conversations she'd heard him have with himself about his 'crush on pigtails'.

"How about I take you for a coffee? It's going to be a while until we can go back in and assess the damage. My treat."

He looked so hopeful, there was no way she could say no. "Sure."

They began to walk over the road towards the coffee shop, Marinette pulling her strength together and reaching out to hold his hand. They had a lot to talk about, but she was sure once everything was said and done, this would be the start of a beautiful friendship... and maybe, one day, something more.