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PLAGG smacked his holder's cheek with his little paw.
"Kid??"
"Ow! what?" Adrien flinched, annoyed.
"Ooh, so you do like her??" the kwami teased.
The boy rolled his eyes.
"No, she's my best friend, nothing more," he insisted.
Chat landed on Marinette's rooftop with a thump.
"Okay, you got this," he said to himself, before gently knocking on the trap door.
She peeped her head out. Her dark circles were less visible but she still looked awfully pale.
"Marinette! Are you alright?" he asked, hoping his acting would be believable enough.
"Just a little cold, Chat. I can't sew at the moment, go home if you'd like," the girl sniffled, before proceeding to duck back inside.
"No, I want to stay," the boy blurted out, grabbing her hand that had just released its grip on the frame of trap door.
This took her by surprise. She whirled her head around to look at him, her eyes wide.
"Let me take care of you," he said.
Chat sat by the ladderish stairs that let down the girl's loft bed, cross-legged as he watched Marinette reach for her mug of herbal tea on her bookshelf.
"Here let me help," he quickly said, grabbing it and passing it to her.
"Thanks, Chat," she sniffled again, taking a sip from the mug.
"When did you get sick?" he asked.
She could clearly see the look of worry etched upon the black-cladded hero's face.
"Since this afternoon. I think the rain got to me," she replied, coughing.
The boy reached over to rub her back.
"Have you taken medicine?" he asked.
"I have some pills on my desk, the doctor came to see me earlier."
The blond climbed down the loft bed and saw the medication she was talking about. Picking it up, he observed it.
"When did you last take this?" he asked her, not looking up from the bottle of pills.
"About three hours ago," she replied.
"You're due for another dose," he informed, climbing back up her bed.
Unscrewing the cap, he tipped out a pill and placed it in Marinette's extended palm. She swallowed it, gulping down more tea after.
"Thanks again, Chat," the bluenette thanked him.
Suddenly, the two heard a knock on the door. Alarmed, the sick girl rushed Chat under her blankets, and he laid down as flat as he could. She placed pillows on top of that, to make sure he was hidden.
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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...
