Cat Noir—secretly your best friend, Miguel, who you’ve been crushing on for years—huffs as he sees you. Ladybug.

The vigilante he’s been crushing on for years.

But you don’t want Cat Noir, and he doesn’t want you. You want his civilian identity, and he wants your vigilante identity. Annoying, considering that, ultimately, you both want each other.

He approaches you, hands on his hips. “Anything new?” he asks gruffly, surveying the city below him.