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First Aid

Marinette felt a blush creep across her cheeks as she watched the blonde grip the zipper underneath his bell and pull it downwards, unzipping the entire front of his suit. His defined muscles and abs caught her eye, and she found her gaze locked there for too long. "You like what you see?" Chat chuckled, watching the girl intently as she averted her gaze to the first aid.

"N-no. I just.. N-no" she stammered. Her stumbling over words made her blush even brighter as she poured alcohol onto a rag and hesitantly went to place it on the gash. Chat gave a nod of approval and examined the girls features as she kept her concentration on his cut. 'God, she looks so cute when she's focused..' Chat let his thoughts wander along with his eyes. His gaze traced down to her hips where she stood sassily, her hip popped out to one side as she continued her eye roll from his comment earlier. The boy admired every bit of this girl, her posture, the way she placed her hands on her hips confidently (which was a rare sighting for this self conscious girl), the way her bright blue eyes sparkled like the millions of stars in the sky, or how her blue-black hair cascaded around her shoulders in soft waves from the rain. She reminded him of Ladybug, the way her cute freckles were scattered across her cheeks and nose, the way she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, and the gleam of hope that always kept its place in her bluebell eyes.

Marinette gently bandaged the cut on the blonde's shoulder before realizing he'd been staring. "Chat, what's wrong?" She questioned with a waver in her voice. Chat shook his head and flashed her a grin before it faded, "Oh? Just worried about my princess." She followed his gaze to a gash in her side that she hadn't noticed. Blood oozed from the angry cut in the bluenette's side.

Chat slid closer to examine the wound, not bothering to zip the suit back up because Marinette was priority. It also kept the girl distracted enough that she didn't realize he'd placed a rag doused with rubbing alcohol onto the cut. Her face flushed a bright red and she looked down at him, ever so silent in his concentrated state.