Contradiction || Marichat AU

Chapter 8: Stained Thoughts from the Past

09-11-21, 2:41 pm

After some time, Marinette took the bowl of soup up to her room, mind clouded by the conversation between her mother and herself.

But the aroma of Potage-Parmentier brought solace. The steaming bowl of her childhood was about to be served to someone she detested, although that wasn't too important. The floating leek and golden potatoes in the middle was a pleasing sight that distracted her from the situation itself.

The hero's eyes lit up at the sight of the blunette, and he bolted upright from the pillow. "Oh! You're here. I got a bit—" Chat blew his nose on a handkerchief Marinette gave earlier. "Sorry. Anyway, I got a bit bored, so I took this gardening book on this shelf." He pointed behind him.

"Lay back down, it's fine. I took longer than expected," said Marinette, right before wincing in disgust, "and you can have that handkerchief."

"That smells good." The boy's tongue stuck out.

"Here." Marinette gave him the bowl with an expressionless face.

Chat Noir looked at her, unsatisfied. "Aren't you going to spoon-feed me?"

"What are you, a child?" said Marinette flatly. "I made it. You want me to put it in your mouth too?"

"Maybe. I am quite incompetent, you said it yourself," said Chat Noir proudly, crossing his arms. "Your words, not mine."

She couldn't resist letting out a small chuckle. "Using my own words against me. Smart."

"You're contradicting yourself, princess." He covered his mouth to cough.

Marinette sat beside him, adjusting the ice pack and feeling his neck. "How do you feel now, Chat?"

"I'm feline very confusing." He joked, smirking boldly.

"Say that again and I'll spill the soup all over you." 

Chat felt a bead of sweat rolling down his face before giving a serious reply. "I can't explain it. It's like I'm freezing on the inside, though I also feel like an inferno's spreading on my skin at the same time." He sighed. "But I'm used to it," said Chat Noir, clearing his throat.

She raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?"

"I'm used to being hot." The hero covered his face in case he would get hurt again.

Marinette laughed scornfully right before her face fell to a frightening but stoic expression. "Do you want me to commit defenestration?"

Chat Noir chuckled and said, "You remind me a lot of Ladybug."

"Do I, now?" The blunette took a spoonful of soup and blew on it.

"You're really nice, though. My partner could never." He slurped the soup, savoring its taste and sighing in content.

"Tell me about it," said Marinette.

"Honestly, the only thing that ruins my experience as a hero was Ladybug." 

The next thing she knew, Chat Noir was babbling on and on about how much he disliked the girl taking care of him at that moment.

"I swear, she is such a wannabe. She acts like a perfect heroine and it's so annoying. I'm so fed up with her thinking the world revolves around her. She always acts like she's the main character.

"I can't believe I fell so head over heels for her."

Marinette took another spoonful of soup, blowing on it. "Why'd you like her then, if she's that bad?" Her grip on the spoon tightened unknowingly. "Isn't it unwise of you to catch feelings for your partner? Should you not focus on defeating Hawkmoth?"