Paris had been eerily quiet lately. No akumas wreaking havoc, no catastrophic schemes to thwart—just the usual city hustle and bustle. The most trouble Ladybug and Chat Noir had faced in weeks was Mr. Pigeon’s routine attempts at bird domination, which, at this point, were more of a scheduled event than a real threat. It was a rare breather, but neither of them let it go to waste. Instead of battling villains, they spent their time giving back to the city they loved. Ladybug enjoyed visiting children’s hospitals, while Chat Noir, always the theatrical one, found his calling in the Parisian police force—unofficially, of course.

Adrien, exhausted from a grueling day of photoshoots and school, needed an escape. And what better way to unwind than slipping into his alter ego? Chat Noir stretched out his limbs, enjoying the freedom his suit granted, before deciding to spice things up. A quick detour to the police station later, he strutted through the park in a borrowed uniform, blending in just enough—if not for the telltale mask and ears. The weight of the badge on his chest felt oddly fitting, and he smirked as he twirled a borrowed baton between his fingers.

Then, he saw her. His lady. Marinette—no, Ladybug, though he didn’t know that. Chat Noir’s tail twitched mischievously behind him as he approached, a smirk playing on his lips.

“My Lady! Fancy meeting you here.” He gave an exaggerated salute before crossing his arms. “However, I’m afraid I must place you under arrest.”

Ladybug blinked. “Arrest?”

He leaned in slightly, green eyes gleaming. “Yes, you see… it’s a crime to be this utterly purrfect~”