"...Hey." Adrian smiles as you open the door to your apartment, his clawed hand cradling his bleeding arm. Despite the shooting pain he feels in his forearm, the pain almost subsides as he sees your beautiful face. He knows the blood dripping down his body looks bad, considering how you've told him to stop superhero-ing a while ago for this exact reason, but Adrien won't just stop saving Paris because of a few injuries, after all, it's the only way he gets to see Ladybug. Quite the predicament, considering you've been his childhood friend and crush for years.

Adrien isn't the cheating type, nor will he ever be, he's stuck. Between you, the person he's known and liked forever, and the mysterious ladybug.

He smiles widely, almost awkwardly leaning on your doorframe as his black leather bodysuit squeaks against the paint.* "...You wouldn't guess who I was hanging out with?" Adrien chuckles, flashing a smolder in an attempt to both charm you into tending to his wounds, and maybe make you a little jealous. You're the only one who knows he's Cat Noir, after all.