LadyBugOut AU (Snippets)

Summary:
Ivan gets a miraculous.

Chapter Text
Ivan uncaringly let his backpack drop to the floor as he went into his room. Massaging his shoulder, he tried to ease any remaining tension. School had just been such a mess lately, but it wasn't like he could complain. He actively participated in the arguments, after all.

He was also the one to choose to sit next to Marinette, and he didn't regret that decision one bit.

As he went to sit down on his bed, he paused, noticing a small box resting on top of a table across the room. While he had various black colors throughout his room, the box stood out with its fancy red patterns and symbols.

He also didn't recognize it.

Approaching with curiosity, Ivan picked it up and examined it. Aside from the design and the fact that he couldn't think of why it would be there, it didn't seem out of the ordinary.

Then, throwing caution to the wind, he opened it.

Immediately, light poured out, nearly blinding him for a second. He flinched, dropping the box to cover his face from the light.

He waited a moment, then looked down to the box on the floor. The light had faded and all that was inside was a small green bracelet.

Huh. Ivan had expected something different. Standing straight, he let out a relieved breath.

That's when he saw the flying creature. There was a small green creature with a turtle shell on its back, just floating in the air a few feet away from him.

Ivan blinked. He stepped back, a little unnerved, then blinked again. That also wasn't what he'd been expecting.

However, the creature wasn't looking at him. He was observing the room, drifting slowly to the right and left. He almost seemed... sad.

"...Uh--" Ivan uttered, having next to no idea on what to do.

Finally, the creature's gaze met his, and Ivan could confirm that it indeed looked sad.

"...Oh!" the creature straightened, as if it'd been caught doing something bad. "I-I'm sorry."

The creature put a paw to their chest, then bowed. "I am Wayzz. I'm the kwami of the turtle miraculous that you've been chosen for."

"Chosen?" Ivan asked slowly. He paused, then looked down at the box on the floor. "Wait--um... miraculous? Like--"

"Precisely," Wayzz replied with a nod. "If you're familiar with Carapace, he was the one usually given the turtle. However, he is no longer... applicable, and Paris needs new, permanent heroes."

"Me? A hero?" Ivan picked up the box, then placed it gently on the table and took out the miraculous. He examined the bracelet, but found that it probably wouldn't fit his wrist.

He glanced at Wayzz, confused, but Wayzz simply looked at him in a way that told him to try anyway.

Mentally shrugging, Ivan tried to slip the bracelet onto his right wrist. To his surprise, the bracelet's strings expanded and stretched, letting him slip the miraculous comfortably around his wrist. It even transformed, turning to a drumset-themed bracelet rather than a turtle-themed one.

He stared at it, awed, then looked back at Wayzz to comment on it.

However, Wayzz seemed distracted again. His eyes were distant and longing.

"Um... are you okay?" Ivan asked, concerned.

Wayzz flinched, looking like he hadn't been aware of what he'd just been doing. "Ah--I'm sorry--I--" He cleared his throat.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, really. I just..." Wayzz paused, staring downwards with a thoughtful expression. When he met Ivan's gaze again, he seemed sheepish. "Do you... have any tea?"

"Tea?" Ivan echoed. He rubbed the back of his head, trying to think. "There might be some laying around somewhere. You want some?"

"Yes, that...that would be lovely," Wayzz said with a grateful smile.

Ivan nodded, smiling with satisfaction. He turned just slightly, then patted at his own shoulder and looked at Wayzz expectantly.

Wayzz blinked, not seeming to understand at first. Then, his eyes widened. "Oh! No, that's alright. I can fly, after all."

Ivan tilted his head, confused. "But... you're sad, right?"

"Ah..." Wayzz swallowed, looking embarrassed at having been so obvious, then nodded. "Yes... thank you."

He perched on Ivan's shoulder, relaxing as Ivan headed out of the room.