Miraculous Song

Target

(Luka's pov)
"Hey Dumpster Style, wake up.", a voice called.

I groaned hearing the voice and pulled the sheets over my head, but then the sheets were gone. Another groan escaped my throat, my body hurt and in all honesty I was barely half awake.

"Geez you're sleeping in my house, in one of my rooms at least wake up so I can kick you out nicely!", Chloe sighed holding her pulsing temples in annoyance.

I looked around wiping away the drool from my lips and realized that I wasn't home, "I really passed out here last night?", I yawned falling back onto the bed.

"Yes now take your girlfriend and leave, Sabrina and I are having a girls day out."

"My girlfriend?", I asked turning on my side to see your sleeping form.

I woke up immediately and stood up in a panic only to fall off the bed onto the floor. The sound of my body hitting the ground and Chloe's laughter woke you up and much like me you were pretty ugly upon waking up. You stared around trying to figure out where you were and patted down your hair in case it looked to wild.

"When did I even go to sleep? How did I end up in a room?", I asked curious about my fuzzy journey last night.

"You got sleepy, searched for a bed and passed out in one of my rooms... you're lucky (y/n) looked so cute cuddled up to you or I would've kicked you out!", Chloé growled brushing down (y/n)'s hair softly. 

I chuckled at Chloe's ridiculousness and stood up finally taking note of the time, much to my horror I was about to be late to work.

"Oh man I'm late! Great, why couldn't it have been a school day!", I yelled rushing out of the room.

I rushed downstairs forgetting to say goodbye to my (Y/n), I felt bad but sadly I was in a rush. Thankfully Adrien was passing by having finished Fencing class and offered me a ride, his bodyguard really knew his way around the city because I was at work with two minutes to spare before being late. My boss noticed me and gave me a questioning look and I realized that I was still in my party clothes from last night except my blue flannel was missing.

"Ummm I overslept.", I admitted heading to the locker room to get my spare jacket.

My boss chuckled and placed my bike helmet on my head, "Ride safe out there kid."

Soon I was out on deliveries, customers were pretty nice today which was good more positivity meant less Akuma attacks. I continued to hum a song I had been composing for (y/n) while I made my rounds but then I ran into Lila.

"Wow if it isn't Luka, hey I'm running late to an interview mind giving me a ride?", She pleaded playing innocent so I would give into her demands.

"Why should I? You're the girl that attacked my girlfriend and spread horrible rumors about her.", I growled slowly pedaling away until she grabbed my bike by the handle bars and glared at me.

"It's always (y/n) this or (y/n) that, you need to remember that she's an orphaned freak that doesn't belong here. She's a monster and all Hawkmoth is waiting for is to get the chance to show the world her true colors.", Lila snickered  an evil gleam in her green hues, "She's already been chosen as a target it's only a matter of time."

I glared at her and grabbed her by the collar lifting her towards my face, "(Y/n) isn't a monster, and I'll never let Hawkmoth get near her."

Lila hissed at me and pulled herself away from my grip, she left me with one final warning and stormed away leaving me enraged and worried. I won't let anything happen to (y/n), no Akuma is gonna corrupt her while I'm still alive. Maybe I should find Ladybug and ask her to lend me Sass until I know (Y/n)'s safe...no I don't think she'll let me. My phone vibrated for a bit so I checked it and smiled realizing that (Y/n) had texted me. I quickly replied and hurried along to finish my route, but what Lila said stuck in the back of my mind, I was worried. (Y/n) always runs off during Akuma attacks and then doesn't show herself again until hours after it's been resolved. I have to protect her no matter what.

Little did I know that a black butterfly was flying over Paris and it was only a matter of time until someone was akumatized.