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"Plagg, I can't believe I'm sick! I need to get better before the next photo shoot on Sunday, or else Father is just going to have another reason to take me out of public school!" Adrien wrapped himself in a purple blanket and sniffled.

Plagg took a photo on Adrien's phone and tossed it to him. "Hey kid, I've always maintained that it's better to do less than more. You're the crazy one who wants to go to school!"

Adrien tapped on the phone keyboard and tossed it on his desk. "Yeah, yeah, I know. The doctor said for me to get plenty of rest and drink lots of fluids. I'm going to get into bed and call it a day. Stay out of trouble, OK?" He pulled back the covers and climbed underneath them, then pulled them up to his chin.

"No worries, kid. I'll just be over here reading the latest issue of Cheese Connoisseur." Plagg floated over to the coffee table and started perusing the magazine.

Adrien tried to close his eyes, but the sweat and heat of being under the covers contributed too much to him getting comfortable. He tossed and turned for what seemed like ages before bolting out of bed, throwing down the blanket, and stripping out of his pajamas, leaving him in only his boxer shorts.

His head was too fuzzy for him to register the noise that Plagg made. He saw his kwami dart out of sight and vaguely wondered where Plagg was off too when he heard a tentative knock at his window. He turned his head and nearly fell over from the dizzy spell.

There was a figure on the other side of the window wearing a red-and-black mask and bodysuit and a very mortified expression.

Adrien flushed and quickly gathered the blanket he had discarded and wrapped it around him. He shuffled over to the window and opened it. "Ladybug?" he rasped.

"H-h--hi! Adrien! I heard you weren't felling wheel and so I thought I would bring you some soup to better make you feel... I mean... ugh, let me start over." She took a deep breath. "Here. Soup. For you. I made it!" She held a plastic container in front of her at arm's length, like it was a squirming cat that she didn't want to scratch her.

"Ladybug! You shouldn't have! Wow... I really appreciate it! Thank you!" He took the container from her and put it on the table.

Ladybug stood there awkwardly with her arms outstretched for a few seconds before dropping them to her side. She flexed her knees and crept slowly toward the window. "Um, so, yeah! That's why I came! It was good to see you! Um..." She flushed so deeply that it was tough to tell where her mask ended and her face began. "I should go getting! I mean, get going! Bye!

Adrien took a step toward her. "Um... you sure you don't want to stay a while!"

"No! You should rest! And, um, I shouldn't get sick... superheroes and everything. Last time I got sick... big mess. Just, yeah... no. Anyway... you feel better and I'll see more of you soon! Not more of you more of you, I've seen enough, but... see you again soon! I'll check in on you! Maybe I'll call first!" She turned and leaped toward the window, smacking into a closed window. "Oops!" She gathered herself and jumped out the window, casting her yo-yo at the last second.

Adrien closed the window behind her and sat down on the couch. "Wow, Plagg! That was very thoughtful of her! I got a personal visit from Ladybug!" He opened the plastic container and tried his best to smell the soup.

"I bet this means she browses your Instagram! How does that make you feel?"

Adrien started coughing and nearly spilled the soup.

Back in her room, Marinette was pacing. "Tikki, that was a disaster! A total disaster!"

"Marinette, it wasn't that bad! You gave him the soup! That was a great start! I'm sure he appreciated it, too! I'm proud of you," Tikki concluded, floating over Marinette's shoulder and smiling.

"I'm glad you think so, Tikki, but that's not what I'm talking about!"

Tikki scrunched up her face. "What do you mean, Marinette?"

"He was wearing Ladybug boxers! My face was on his butt! Where did he even get those?!?"