Hellion [Cat Noir/Adrien X Reader]

9

My breathing was hitched. I can't believe that just happened. I genuinely thought today was going to be a good day. I guess I'm wrong, again.

I quickly grabbed my bag from where I left it and stomped towards the door. No matter how good this bakery is I'd have to cross it off my list.

I just wanted some crème brulee but got my trauma invalidated instead. Impeccable customer service, Marinette. 10/10 would not go again.

I stopped on my tracks seeing how my guard had his back turned on the entrance, A trail of gray smoke appearing beside him.

A cigarette smoker.

Well, this seems like a great opportunity waiting to be seized. It won't hurt to have Ami screaming out of frustration for the 3rd time this morning.

I made sure to make my steps as light as possible as I advance to my right. If I safely make it out of this sidewalk I may finally get some peace for atleast three hours before I'm found.

Chanelling my inner crab, I scuttle slowly and steady as I kept my gaze on him. I chanted over and over, pleading that he wouldn't turn around until I fully escaped.

I didn't even realize I was holding my breath until I made it on to the next alley. Honestly, I didn't think I'd get away with this. I was so relieved I could faint.

There were fewer people in the area and it felt incredible. I grabbed this one and only chance and ran.

The wind was nothing on me. I sprinted faster than a road runner to escape my own version of a coyote.

"woah, woah slow down miss!"

I only looked back for a quick second to see if I'm followed. And now the moment I looked in front, a guy with his hands fully occupied with a guitar and a cup of coffee took up my whole range of sight.

It was too late when I saw him.

All I could do was expect the crash.

My head felt dizzy, my eyes are all blurry, and I felt hot coffee doused all over me. I tried to keep my outbursts of pain as muffled as I can.

The pavement was ice cold but my shoulder felt the trial flames of hell.

"I'm sorry," I blurt out. I'm completely aware that it was my fault due to the increased amount of adrenaline I succumbed to. "I wasn't looking and I was in a rush so I didn't see you—"

"Miss before any of that that are you okay?" He asks.

My vision starts to clear up and I see him crouched in front of me. Strands of his gradient blue hair hanging over his forehead and soft blue eyes waiting for me to affirm that I'm alright.

If I were being honest, the coffee may have burned my skin. But he's beautiful.

"Sir, may we use your kitchen?" He pleads to the cafè owner who he might've bought his stinging hot coffee from. Staffs from the establishment immediately rushed out to see the commotion and now we're surrounded.

"By all means do so monsieur."

He helped me up and I couldn't help hissing from the burn. I was about to lean over to get my duffle when he stopped me.

"Can you hold your hair up?" It was a random request but I did it anyway. I struggled a bit since I could only use my left arm because my right feels like it's been boiled.

"Is it okay if I remove this?" He gestured to my necklace. I'd guess its to remove things near my burnt skin. I nodded.

I turned around all the while as I held my hair up. I could feel him struggling to open the damn lock.