IMp0sT3r (Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir x OC)

Chapter 1: Loss

3rd Person POV:

"LUCKY CHA-" *Crash!* A large beam of grey clashed with red as the spotted super hero flew backwards, a small pebble of red falling from her left ear.

It took a moment for Chat Noir to register what had just happened before him.

"LADYBUG!!!" lunging forward he called for his special power that he had not used in the earlier battle. "CATACLYSM!!!" In the blink of an eye the metal beam over his lady's body disintegrated into a fine dust, blowing in the bitingly cold wind.

The she was relatively unharmed but... glitching?

Her costume flashed between a casual black cardigan with pink jeans. He didn't dare look at her face as he swept her up and whisked her away to a hospital, missing the purple butterfly that scooped up the earring the spotted female left behind.

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It had been a full week since the incident and it was time for Chat noir to patrol again. However, this time he would do it alone.

He had just had a rather eventless day. School had been closed the past week due to heavy snowfall that was scheduled to dial down the coming day.

By now news had spread about the fall of Ladybug, video evidence of her being hit by the support beam surfaced among other, both real and staged, footage.

It was still cold, frost still lined every corner, it was still December and, to Adrien, still Christmas. And so, the boy's joy for Christmas that was previously cultivated by Ladybug was destroyed yet again. Ironically enough, because of her.

The cat shivered. He let out a puff of air that turned white from the cold.

He felt unwanted, he felt lonely, he felt like dying. As his ring beeped he hopped down into an alley.

The black cat kwami was expelled from his ring as he curled into a ball, hugging his knees with his back against the brick wall. "It's gonna be OK kid..." The cat murmured, trying to comfort the unresponsive boy before flying into the pocket of his blazer that was unsuited for the cold.
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"Wh-what...?" Shaking the cobwebs from his head the boy sat up and found himself in a simplistic modern room, with him sitting on a white sheeted bed.

"About time~ I was about to leave you here while I go to school~" he caught the sight of a red haired male with mismatched eyes, one an onyx colour and the other a bright shade of crimson. He had on a tight fitting red tank top shirt under a black sleeveless sweatshirt lined with red and a pair of faded dark grey jeans with red sneakers. A pair of red and black headohones that matched his monochromatic colour scheme hung from his neck. Adrien recognised the redhead immediately as the model and idol he was scheduled to work with this few weeks.

The male gave a smirk, holding out his hand to pull the blonde up. He accepted the help and dragged himself onto his feet.

"So Monsieur Agreste~ Shall we go~? " He gave a mockingly dramatic bow and headed out the door, the blonde following suit.

As they walked along, Adrien decided to spark up a conversation. "So... You're transferring in?" He asked, recalling the earlier remark "Yup~" the taller male replied, turning to face him and walking backwards "So riddle me this~ why were you, a famous model and the son of an iconic fashion designer lying down on the streets like a lost kitten~?" He seemed to suddenly have an interest with the floor and became indifferent to the other male's smirk, his eyes empty just like frosted glass balls.

The redhead seemed to get the idea and prodded no further. "Well," he muttered. "See ya around~!" He gave a salute and stuck out his tongue, disappearing behind a pillar that, ironically enough, had his poster plastered on it. Adrien ran after him but saw nothing behind the pillar. He let out a lengthy sigh and repositioned the strap of his sling bag on his shoulder, footsteps heavy ad he trudged to the school building.

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Upon entering the classroom, the blonde male slumped into his seat and dropped his bag by his side. He rested his head in his arms, unaware of the worried looks Alya and Nino were sending his way.

Just a while ago Marinette hobbled into class, a cast around her left knee and bandages around her arm.

She was silent, even towards Alya and now it seemed like Adrien was in the same mood as she was.

The blogger and her DJ boyfriend shared an uneasy glance before turning to face their teacher.

She gave her usual smile and instead of writing on the board with her chalk and starting the lesson, she gestured to the door and announced a name that caught Adrien's attention. "Class, we have a new student joining us today, his name is Scarven Devanair."

Adrien glanced up as the redhead entered the room, a strong of confidence exuding off of him as he gave a grin towards the class. "Heyo, I'm Scarven, treat me well~" he casually combed back his long bangs as the teacher pointed at an empty seat next to a certain artistic redhead.

He walked over, ignoring the stare from a certain blonde girl and sat down, leaning his black hoversack against the desk as he gave a nod to the tomato-child.

As class began Scarven began to feel that oh so dreaded emotion, boredom.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ridiculously simple questions on the board as he lifted his sketch pad over his face and shut his eyes.