Princess

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Marinette sighed, placing her pen down as a knock sounded on her skylight. She walked over, opened it, and gestured for Chat to enter. "Come in," she said, "but be quiet. I still have tons of homework."
He bounded over to her desk and inspected it. "Physics, huh? Just your luck, I'm fabulous at physics." He boasted.
He sat in her seat as she peered over his shoulder and quickly ploughed through the questions, explaining quietly as he went. He wrote in all the answers in pencil, so she could easily remove them and write in her own handwriting. With him explaining, Marinette quickly found herself beginning to understand.
"You're a much better teacher than my actual physics teacher." She laughed as he finished. He grinned proudly.
"Anything for my princess."
She blushed. "But I don't want you just to stay here while I do my homework, it seems unfair."
He smirked at her. "I want to be here, with you. Whatever you're doing."
She blushed. "Let me get on with it then!"
She moved her physics work and took out her maths. One glance and she knew it wasn't going to happen. "Well, I guess I'll try my art." She sighed.
She took out her folder and began pencilling in her first sketches, but they were disproportionate and didn't look right.
"What's wrong, princess?" Chat asked as she sighed once more.
"The universe doesn't want me to do my homework."
He grinned. "Don't, then." He winked at her. "It's not like you've got a charismatic, gorgeous superhero sitting on your bed or anything."
"No, it's not." She replied, straight faced.
A flash of hurt crossed his face and he clutched his chest. "Princess!" He cried, a mixture of fake and honest hurt in his voice.
She laughed and tapped him in the nose. "I'm teasing." She smiled down at him.
"Mari!" Estelle called. "Have you done your homework yet?"
"I've still got some, I'll do it tomorrow." Mari called back, then turned to face the leather-clad cat. She sat on his lap and wrapped her legs around his waist, leading forward to press her forehead to his.
He blushed.
As she pulled herself closer and her grip tightened round him. Suddenly, she heard a muffled exclamation of pain and he winced in her grip. She moved back quickly, worry in her azure eyes. "Chat! Are you okay?"
He squirmed a little under her glare.
"What did you do, Chat?"
"Nothing important..." He lied.
"Chat." Her tone took on an impatient, warning tone.
"I'm fine!" He insisted, but the strength of his voice was betrayed by his wince moments later.
Her gaze softened. "Chat, I can help. Just, tell me what's wrong."
He blushed. "I sound so dumb, though."
She laughed. "You just did my homework, I can't call you dumb. Okay?"
He nodded, smiling a little, before wincing again.
"Chat?"
He sighed and began unzipping his body tight leather top. She stifled a scream.
"What are you doing?!" She cried.
"Showing you what I did." He replied, vaguely confused. She nodded for him to go on, quickly overcoming her initial embarrassment. He stripped off his top and she gasped at the sight of he bloodied wounds covering his torso.
"Oh, Chat!" She cried softly, tenderly, raising her hand to gently caress his face.
"It's fine..." He lied again, gritting his teeth. Marinette clambered off of him and hurried into her ensuite bathroom. She pulled out her first aid kit and quickly dampened some dressings to clean out his wounds.
As Chat peered after her, she returned to her room and swiped the damp dressing over his chest and sides. Once removing the worst of the muck and blood, she followed this by gently rubbing each wound with an antibacterial wipe. Chat cried out in pain, but quickly muffled his scream and Marinette gave him a cloth to bite down on so he didn't disrupt her housemate.
"Mari, you okay up there?" Estelle called up, vaguely concerned.
"Fine." Marinette replied quickly, before turning back to her guest. She cleaned out all his wounds before rummaging through her medical box to find some new dressings. Scanning a critical eye over his bare torso, she decided that only two of his wounds were of any real issue and began to address the worse of the two first. She pressed a gauze dressing to his chest and placed his hand on top to hold it in place. She then took a few strips of medical tape to hold this on and let him move his hand. For the smaller wound, she quickly affixed a large sticky dressing. The countless others, she left open to the air. "They heal quicker if left open." She explained. "Try and avoid getting he dressings wet, the sticky will come off and it's better to leave them longer. Come back and I'll redress them in two days."
He nodded, looking astonished into her deep oasis-like eyes and leant forwards inadvertently. He pressed his lips gently to her cheek, stood up shakily and zipped up his top. Jumping through her skylight, he waved goodbye and leapt from her roof to return home. She sighed slightly wistfully as she gazed after the cat, but turned and readied herself for bed, climbing under the covers to rest before facing a bright new day.