A Masked Love || Cat Noir x Reader

Nice to Meet You

The sound of another voice scares the crap out of me, making me turn around and fall over simultaneously.

Owww. I know my butt is gonna hurt from that later.

I blink and look up to see a dark figure sitting on my roof. It's hard to make out the face from here.

"Oh, are you alright? I didn't mean to scare you like that."

The person jumps down and offers me a hand, much more visible now because of the light from my room.

It's him.

My eyes drift to his leather hand in front of me. I slowly grab it, and he pulls me to my feet gently.

Without realizing it, the words "thank you" leave my mouth quietly.

"Of course. Are you hurt?"

I shake my head no. "I'm good."

"Wait," he stares at me. "I saw you today at the parade."

"Oh, yeah. I didn't know if you were gonna see me or not."

He grabs the box of cookies from the roof where he was sitting. "I see..." he says, taking a bite of another cookie.

"So you're my secret admirer."

...

I stare at him for a second, and the smug look on his face makes me scoff.

"What?" He says, giving me a look. "Its okay to admit it, sweetheart. I am pretty purr-fect."

He gives me a wink.

I can't help but grin.

"That's... not exactly what I was going for, but you can believe what you want," I respond, crossing my arms.

"Oh really? So what's the explanation for this?" he holds up the box smugly.

"Did you read the message inside?" I say, pointing to it.

"No, since it's dark out here I figured I'd wait til I got home to read it." His words linger for a second, then suddenly he gasps. "Wait... did you write me a love letter too?" He puts a hand over his heart shockingly.

I'm at a loss for words.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but no. If you read the note, you'll see that I made them to thank you for saving my life."

He lowers his chin to look at me.

"Hmm... I guess that makes more sense."

I nod lightheartedly. This is not where I thought this situation would go.

"Well whatever the reason, thanks for the cookies. How'd you know I like chocolate chip?"

"I didn't, it was just a lucky guess. They're also my favorite." I say. "I bet you get different gifts and sweets like that all the time, don't you?"

He smiles weakly as he looks away. "No, not really."

Oh. 

"I'm not complaining though, I don't need any kind of gifts anyway. Knowing that I'm keeping Paris safe is the best gift I can get," He says sincerely.

"I'm glad you think that way. I know everyone in Paris appreciates you, that's for sure."

His face sinks into a much softer look.

"They do?"

I'm taken aback by that question.

"Of course they do. You only save the city from being destroyed like, everyday."