finally a proper use of it’s not you, it’s my enemies from me while i continue plugging away at the ladrien june 2018 prompts lol
When Ladybug swung into her apartment, she froze.
Adrien was sleeping! On her couch!! With her cat on his lap!!!
Her loud squeak roused Adrien, who wiped at his bleary eyes. Her cat fled as he sat up, glasses falling perfectly from his forehead to the bridge of his nose, and it was completely and utterly unfair.
"Ladybug?" he asked, before yawning. Then he blinked as sleepiness gave way to confusion. "What are you doing here?"
It took everything Ladybug had not to laugh hysterically.
"O-oh? Sorry, sorry, wrong apartment, sorry for interrupting—"
Adrien's hand wrapped gently around her wrist as she tried to turn away, and Ladybug froze.
"This is my friend Marinette's place," he told her, thumb brushing against her veins, and she tried not to shiver. "I let myself in, but she's not here right now."
"I...seeeee," she said, hoping against hope that she sounded a little more coherent than her teenage self.
(She was over him, she was over him, she was over him—)
Adrien's cheeks flushed as his hand slid down, his fingers fitting perfectly in the space between hers.
"Ladybug...I miss you," he confessed, and Ladybug's stare snapped from their interlaced hands to his pleading eyes.
She swallowed the heart pounding in her throat and croaked, "You...do?"
"Of course I do," said Adrien, his sincerity a sledgehammer to her resolve. "Every day I think about you, how you're doing...if you're happy."
"I'm happy you're safe," she made herself say.
He sighed bitterly and stepped forward, lifting their joined hands to his lips.
"I'm tired of everyone keeping me safe. I just want to be happy...with you. Won't you let me?"
Instead, Ladybug dutifully slipped out of his grasp.
