He wanted to know who laid behind that red and black-spotted mask, the who wore the guise of the heroine he followed day by day. His desire and curiosity for the unknown was, at this point, insatiable. There was no telling of when these feelings would end, when they would stop burning as brightly as they had now.
To him, she was an elusive creature who dived and later disappeared past the rooftops of Paris when the time called. Her navy blue hair reminded him of the darkening night sky that beckoned to him every night, luring him into the chase of adventure. Minute upon minute, his smile never faltered when he was beside her. Minute upon minute, Adrian's heart raced. A force was calling to him, whispering little secrets in his ear that declared yes, he was mandated to find out.
Adrian let out a little exhale and closed his eyes. Strewn upon his study desk was the collection of clues he gathered, from the inch in breadth pieces of paper recording something she had said whimsically one day to just simple printed images of her picture. He had written notes in the margins of them, but something remained missing. Folding his hands, he rested his weary head in his palm, and remained bedazzled by the spectacle that was his, but never his; Ladybug.
The way she danced in midair, spun slightly, before landing deftly on her own two feet. She would laugh at him, shake her head, and he would give her his hand. Ladybug would point at the akumatized villain, tell him her theories, her ideas, and he would dutifully execute whatever was required of him. After the swarm of red butterflies released themselves from the charmed object, all of Paris would be restored to the city of love Adrian had known it as.
"Come on, Cat Noir!"
Adrian's fingers ran through his hair, struck by the vivid image his mind generated. Her hand had been outstretched to him, and her smile had been brighter than a thousand burning suns. He longed for Ladybug to call him his given name, Adrian; and with this he wondered how his name would sound when she would say it.
And upon that, he opened his eyes, traced a line with a mechanical pencil, and landed on the class picture, humbly positioned in the far corner of the desk. Patiently, it had been waiting for Adrian to unlock its potential and cast it upon the sky that was his fragile heart. Yes, there was a girl in his class that looked oddly like Ladybug, with the same hairstyle of pigtails, except...The air about her was simply different. Adrian thought about Ladybug again, and how soft her cheek was when he had gently kissed it. The earnest surprise in her eyes.
In simpler, unadorned words, he was lost in a fantasy, and the only way out was to bring it to reality.
Glancing ardently at the class picture, he picked it up and brought Marinette to his face. Her cheeks were tinged with a pink probably from being close to him. To Adrian, however, it was ironic that she still hoped that he didn't know. It was cute of her, honestly. Placing the picture down, he took the printout of Ladybug in his hands. Adrian did a quick double-take. Their smiles, their eyes, their hair, their face. He felt a little fluttering sensation in his chest, for he asked himself if the lingering suspicion he had...True?
Adrian in a delighted whirl rose from his desk, sending papers flying, a pencil rolling off his desk, and wore a smile that had not been seen in days at his father's house. He grinned to himself, shaking his head. The truth came to him. Ladybug had to be Marinette - not Kagami, not any other girl with navy blue hair, not anyone else in the world. His eyes were the brightest stars in the galaxy, shining with what could be tears.
And then, the rain started to fall. It hit the window in slow, tiny drops.
The blond pulled open the door, ran down the carpeted hall before sliding down on the bannister, leaping off, and sprinting for the door.
The rain hitting faster and faster made itself audible through his Natalie's protests, droplets landing on the marble floor as Adrian tugged open the handle. Thunder boomed, lightning crackled.
Adrian was out with nothing more than his spirit in his hands.