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I took a deep breath as I looked at my apartment for the mission, it was fully furnished -looked almost like a show home-, and if it wasn't for the thin layer of dust than you wouldn't have the slightest idea that this was, in fact, not my childhood home. There were photos of me and my 'family' plastered everywhere, as well as miscellaneous sweaters or objects, even to my well-trained eye, I begrudgingly admitted that I wouldn't be able to tell that this home was a ruse.

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My sock-clad feet pattered on the hardwood until I reached my room, it was gorgeous, the pastel pink accent wall and furniture spoke to me more than I wanted to admit. Hey, I may be a spy, but a girl can still love the finer, dainty things in life, can't she? I plopped down on the chair behind the bed and put my bag of spy equipment on the desk.

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A hidden panel caught my attention under the desk, and I quickly placed my finger on it, and before I knew it, the cute desk was gone and in its place was a high tech desk that I could use to store information securely and talk to the team without having to see them in person.

A smile overcame my face and I looked around the place, "This will do."

After a well-earned nap, my computer lit up with a generic ringtone; time for work.

I got out of bed sluggishly before pressing the answer button, the screen was all black and only our icon photos of our respective animal aliases covered the screen. The Guardian logged on (his icon a question mark) soon after us and soon we were all talking about the mission.

This took longer than it should have lol:

 When The Guardian asked how we liked our houses, Carapace responded, "It looks like Tumblr or Pinterest or some shit threw up in here, dude."

Rena Rouge let out a distorted laugh due to the voice scrambler and replied, "You go on those apps too?" Carapace let out his own nervous laugh and weakly tried to defend himself.

Deciding it was the right time to pipe in, Queen Bee hummed, "Well I suppose he's quite accurate. For one, my hideout is quite Tumblr."

Chat Noir, his voice way deeper than his real one I note, added, "I feel like I'm living in a showhome, my room back at headquarters is really ugly, I suck at interior designing." We all hummed in our agreement, my own room at headquarters was pretty blank, only a few posters of cool weapons (and I digress, some cute dress designs I sketched) decorating the walls.

The Guardian let out a throaty chuckle before reprimanding us slightly, "Well get used to your current houses, remember your cover, Miraculers.

"Also, I hope you all got your envelopes that have your name and your class. I suggest debriefing by reading all the files you've been mailed. Tomorrow at the same time I will call you all to check in on the progress of the mission. Have a good night, spies." The Guardian's icon soon slipped off the screen and all that was left was the teenagers, Team A. We all discussed that we should keep an eye out for any of Hawkmoth's logos, but we should focus primarily on keeping our cover for tomorrow.

After that, we logged off deciding that we should focus on sleeping and getting ready for the first day undercover tomorrow.

A piece of me was giddy, I knew what Chat Noir's voice sounded like, and a part of me wanted nothing more than to go and talk to every blond guy in the school tomorrow, listening for his voice; but I knew that that would do no good. I was here on a mission, and I'd be damned if I let a stupid boy get in the way of that.

Chat Noir's Point Of View

I stared at the screen, slumped in the same place I had been sitting since the call ended. Tomorrow I would be so close to her, I could find her, I could find M'lady.

Tiredly, I used my hands to wipe my eyes as I stressed over her. She was immaculate. My sleep-deprived mind wandered to the night when we were on the job.

She was stunning, no not stunning, ethereal. The red dress flowed behind her as she walked and I had to remind myself to breathe as she walked past. Don't get me wrong, even in her hoodie uniform she was otherworldly, but something about her being so human, so civilian, made her even more untouchable.

I couldn't help it, I stared at her. I wanted to watch her, pick apart her mind and have her watch me too. It seemed this was how it always was, me watching from a distance. All my energy was put into not beating up every male in this godforsaken room for looking at her in that dress. They were only looking at her with lust, only recognising a remarkable lady in a backless dress, but to me, she was so much more; she was everything I ever wanted.

My breath caught as she turned, she had felt my eyes on her. Her enchanting blue eyes were piercing my soul, and I saw that she shivered, it was freezing where we were and I myself was having a hard time staying warm in a layered suit, I couldn't even imagine how cold she'd be; so against my better judgment I walked up to her and placed my suit jacket on her shoulders. "You looked cold."

She shut her eyes and welcomed the warmth and while she did that I glared at the men surrounding her as if to say, back off she's mine. It was barbaric and just plain stupid of me, but I couldn't help myself. If she knew that I was "staking claim" on her, there would be no doubt that I wouldn't live to see the next day. She was independent and strong, she even whooped my ass in sparring weekly, but I took the chance of that so that even just for a moment I could pretend that she was mine.

"Well, how gentlemanly of you, Kitty. I didn't think you had it in you."

Her voice was something I would never forget.

My breath caught, her voice was better than I could've ever imagined. Without the voice scrambler between us or the hoodies, I could almost imagine what she looked like without the damned mask.

I spit out a lame response before gathering my courage, "Now, do you want to dance?" She looked hesitant for a moment before she put her hand in mine and I lead her to the dancefloor, from that moment I became hers entirely.

My eyes closed and I slumped against the desk. "Should I find her tomorrow?" I asked myself aloud before jolting upward and falling off my desk chair, "What if I run into her? I'm not the cool 'Chat Noir' she knows me as, oh no, I'm not cool at all." Getting up hastily I began to pace my room.

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After what felt like an eternity of worrying I came to the realisation that if she found me I would probably panic, but that would never happen. Miraculous Inc and The Guardian were very meticulous, they would never let the agents get close enough to each other undercover without masks, that could compromise everything they've built. Meeting her in the huge school was a one in a million chance. It would never happen.

Flopping on my bed I stared at the ceiling and I wondered, "But what if did?"

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Wanna know a secret?

I write all these chapters either early in the morning (that I have to update) like 6 or 7am, or I do it late at night like 11/12pm or sometimes even 1am the night before I publish them. (As I write this AN it's currently 12:12am June 3rd.)

I'm really bad at distributing work throughout the week.

Did you enjoy the chapter?

Cause I sure enjoyed writing their 'moment' in Adrien's POV!

Hope you enjoyed it anyways,

-SecretsInMyHead