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HER face fell into her palm.
"Chat Noir! Oh my god, Tikki hide!" Marinette panicked more, her kwami zipping off to who knows where.
She opened the hatch above her bed and made way for the black-suited hero to hop inside.
"Hey, Marinette, I hope I'm not too early," he greeted with a smile.
"Yeah, not at all!" she assured him, returning the smile.
"So..how was the Akuma today?" she asked, making small talk.
"Oh, I guess it was okay, wasn't that easy though."
Marinette tied her hair up with an elastic band and took our her sketchbook, fabrics and scissors. Chat sat on the chaise in her room, watching her drag a mannequin towards the table, placing her hands on her hips once done.
"Okay! Oh, I forgot I need measurements...I think I have them somewhere here.." she muttered, rummaging through her drawers.
"Who's measurements are you using?" Chat asked, standing up as though he was offering to help find them, which he was.
"I usually use Alya's, I took hers a week ago. Forgot where I kept it though," she replied, flipping through her Physics textbook.
"Let me help," he offered, and she nodded.
"Thanks, you can start looking around those drawers by my bathroom," she said, and he obliged.
After what seemed like almost ten minutes of searching, they couldn't find the paper with the measurements on it. Marinette bit her lip, deep in thought with her arms crossed.
"Can't you use your own measurements?" Chat suggested, but Marinette shook her head.
"The last time I took my measurements was about a year ago, I haven't sewn following mine for a long time now."
"I can help you take measurements."
She chuckled.
"Do you even know how to read a measuring tape?"
He scoffed, a hand on his chest in partially fake offense.
"Hey, I'm not that dumb, okay!" he protested, and she rolled her eyes.
"You better not get these wrong," she warned, handing him a roll of measuring tape.
She turned to a blank page of her sketchbook and wrote down the measurements needed to be taken.
"I've written these in order, just follow the list."'
Marinette stood there in silence with her hands extended to her sides and watched Chat perfectly take her measurements. She was quite astonished to see his handwriting, too. It looked so familiar; she's seen that writing before, she just couldn't put a finger on it.
He pulled away from her, a satisfied smirk on his face as he handed her the measuring tape. Marinette placed the tape around her neck and picked up the sketchbook, nodding in amazement.
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Finger Hearts
Fanfiction❝Finish my heart.❞ ------ You could say they were pretty well acquainted. Well, of course, her alter ego was close with Chat Noir, but her civillian self? Other than a few akuma attacks here and there where she was caught up in a situation he would...
