A Masked Love || Cat Noir x Reader

No More

"Today you'll be continuing to work on your paintings of an inspiration in your life. Breathe and let your art flow freely. That is all," our bearded art teacher says. Noise then fills the room as everyone gets out their supplies.

Alrighty then.

Once I've gotten out my things, I dab a small brush into a rich, dark blue and start applying it to the top of my canvas. Once I've finished the sky, my painting should be about done.

Time passes by as I paint and paint and I forget about my surroundings for a while - that is, until I hear a sudden voice behind me.

"Hey."

My soul jumps out of my body and I accidentally knock my pallet and a few brushes off of my desk. The wooden plate bounces on the ground, getting paint everywhere - including the bottom of my pants.

I stare down at the mess in disbelief, then slowly look up. In front of me is a kid I haven't really talked to before, with red hair. I think his name is... Nathan?

"Oh, hi..."

His eyes widen at the mess below. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you. Let me help you clean this up."

He starts picking up some of the brushes before I can say anything, so I chose to accept his help and join him. We both crouch down to the ground, scrambling to get everything that fell. Then he looks up at me nervously with a couple of brushes in his hand, handing them over kindly.

"Here you go."

I smile nicely. "Thanks."

When I stand up to put them back on the desk, his eyes stay glued onto the bottom of my pants. "Right, you got some on your pants. I'll get you something to clean them off with."

"Oh, I-"

He's already walking away.

Wow, this kid is really nice.

It's not too big of a deal, these pants are super old.

ADRIEN'S POV

Part of me doesn't want to obviously stare at Y/n, but the other part of me doesn't care at all.

I watch as Nathaniel comes back to her, handing her a wet towel while he has another in his hand. She takes a seat and starts wiping off one cuff of her jeans while he crouches down to clean the other.

I guess it's nice that he's helping her after he scared the daylights out of her, but something about him cleaning her pants is making my stomach twist. I would much rather do it for her.

I blink, looking back at my painting. What is this feeling? I don't like it at all.

Am I jealous?

No... I don't consider myself the jealous type.

Of course not.

It's nothing, he's just helping her.

I glance back over to see them standing up now, talking. He looks quite happy. She's... gorgeous, as always.

I guess it'd make sense if I'm not the only person who has eyes for her. She's... her, after all.

Finally, he walks away, giving her a small wave.  A sigh I didn't know I was holding comes out of me. That was odd.