Close Call

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Chat noir's POV

The familiar balcony of Marinette's always had a faint smell of pastries, that was always coming up from the bakery below. This time, making sure I wouldn't make any noise. I landed on the railing of the balcony, and slowly letting myself go done from there. Since my last visits were met by a screaming Marinette, I thought this time I would make it more pleasant. I walked up to the trapdoor, knocking on the glass. No answer. I knocked again, no answer. I might as well take a little peak to see. From my knowledge as Adrien I hadn't heard her or Alya talk about going out today so she should be home, not to mention I left the note last night so she should be expecting me anyways.

I cracked open the door and leaped onto her bed. I peaked over the railing to the ground and saw no one so far, so i reached my head all the way over so i could get a good look at everything combined. Still no one, good. I started to walk down the stairs leading from her bed. Once i planted my feet on the ground i heard the shower running behind a door. Now that I know she doesn't know I'm here, I might as well take advantage of it. My thoughts of giving her a surprise by showing up was replaced by an evil idea. I was totally going to scare again.

But before that, I looked over to see some cookies resting on her desk as my stomach growled. My father always put me on a strict diet. Due to my modelling I have to keep a fit build, however since I'm Chat noir, I am in a lot more activity then what's expected. I often starve. I never brought this up to anyone, not even Nino, and I never really want to. I find it embarrassing that I can't even eat when I want. I walked over to the plate and grabbed a cookie, eating it in only a couple bites, Marinette's food always tasted delicious. I grabbed a couple more and started to look around her room, I never really got to see her room to the fullest before so I might as well do it now.

Now that I realize it, she has many posters and drawing all over her walls. She must be really really into fashion. Which got me thinking back to the time Marinette's room got broadcasted on live TV and they filmed those pictures of me. I know she said that she used them as inspiration, but after that little incident at school and how she was so persistent on not telling me why Adrien being mentioned affected her so much, I started to doubt the excuse.

Just then I heard the shower stop. Uh oh, I have to find a good hiding spot quickly. I rushed over to a chest of stuff in a corner, and ducked down behind it. I waited a couple minutes to finally see the door handle shake a little, then open. I saw her walk out, however the towel she was using to dry her hair was draped over her face, she was mid drying her hair. Taking away her line of vision. I smirked, and stood myself up quickly and quietly. I tip toed up until I was directly behind her. Positioned my hands until they were hovering over the sides of her waist. When I thought the time was right, I quickly lowered my hands to her body and started to tickle her.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEE, WHO'S THERE!!" She squealed, jumping so high out of my grip she was practically flying.

She flipped around swiftly to face me, holding a karate stands. The towel was still on her head. It seemed she realized that she couldn't see and removed the towel off her head.

"Chat!! What the hell!" She exclaimed at me, her expression changed from ready to angry. I couldn't help but laugh at the out burst.

"That wasn't funny." She pouted crossing her arms.

"Yea, but it's so cute when you get angry." I said still laughing.

"I'm totally going to get you back." She said. Just then she threw the towel at my face, I was too busy laughing to catch it in time.

"Ha-ha take that!" She said sticking her tongue out and booking it to the other corner of the room where her chaise lounge is.

"Get back here!" I yelled out playfully. I was about to rush her until I realized she had I pillow in her hands, holding it in such way that if I threw the towel back it wouldn't hit her actual body. She saw my hesitation and gave me a smug look.

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