I love cats (Chat Noir x reader)

Chapter 32: Cats and rats

Author POV

It was the end of the school day, and students filed out of their last classes to their lockers. A few stayed to tease (F,n) a bit, but none of them stayed for long. When it was only her and the teacher left, she got up and picked up her books. A small, harmless butterfly flew on her desk, and seemed to make (F,n) question if it was Hawkmoth's or something. She shrugged it off and walked out of the classroom.

The hallways had little-to-no people in them, especially near her locker. Though, when she did pass people in the halls, they were in groups, then they whispered some things into each other's ears and snickered. Now, (F,n) relied on movie logic, and decided that opening her locker was going to be a really bad idea. But being her, she opened it anyways.

Because why not?

Curiosity swelled through her body, as (F,n) looked through her locker, which held nothing but her bag, like this morning.

"They put a dead rat in your locker."

A small voice creeped behind (F,n)'s ear, making a shiver go down her spine, Half in fear, and half in happiness. Phobia flew in front of (F,n), seemingly careful of people. They exchanged small smiles. Then, (F,n)'s smile transformed into a confused face.

"A dead rat? Why a dead rat?"

Phobia shrugged.

"Maybe because you love cats so much."

"There is NEVER too much cat love. Never."

Phobia shrugged again in uncertainty, and (F,n) took her bag out, stuffing her notebook inside and closing her locker. Throwing her bag over her shoulder, the two walked home. Both were careful around people, and tried to avoid anyone.

"Where did the rat go anyway?"

"Took care of it. And got a meal out of it too."

Phobia can only eat fear.

(F,n) shivered at the thought, but kept walking.

"Thanks."

"No problem. If you need any help, tell me, I'll beat 'em up for you."

(F,n) laughed a little, but it seemed dry.

(F,n) POV

Let's hope it doesn't come to that. After Phobia's promise of hurting anyone that I told her to, the walk was silent. It was a pretty comfortable silence, and it made me.... A bit happy.

My lips tugged themselves into a small, unconscious smile. Happy.

Hey, maybe I can get through this without too much craziness. I rested my hands at my sides, staring at the sky and the trees and animals around me. It was peaceful. Well, better than school. By a lot. I let the loud silence engulf me, smiling on my way home. Phobia rested herself on my shoulder, seemingly tired. I'll ask about her machine destroying mission later. Hmm... Maybe I'll treat myself with a cookie for not punching anyone in the face. Maybe a cat will come, hopefully a stray looking for a home.

Maybe they'll stop.

I quickly dismissed the idea immediately, because it would be sorta impossible, since they were controlled by akumas. I looked ahead of me, thinking about this whole predicament. Phobia stopped laying and flew in front if me.

"Hey! (F,n), you ok?"

A warm liquid was pulled by gravity to my chin, collecting there and eventually falling to the ground.

"(F,N) WHAT HAPPENED?!?"

Huh? I used my sleeve to wipe off my tears and looked at my feet. Since when did I stop walking? I started walking again, responding to Phobia quietly.

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not. I can sense the fear in you. What happened?"

I stopped, then managed to smile as best as I could, swallowing a sob. I closed my eyes so Phobia wouldn't see my tears. I turned to her.

"I'm fine."

Phobia nodded grimly, and we walked home in silence. A depressing silence. My face dropped. Whatever comfort there was washed away into a dark abyss of sorts.

Hmmm... Isn't that my house?

I ran towards it, hoping to get some comfort in my bedroom. As I took a closer look though, there was graffiti on my house. Words like: bitch, and kill yourself were sprayed on my door and walls.

How nice.

I sighed, and Phobia growled in anger. She flew towards the spray painted house and rubbed her tiny hands together, and that's all I could make out from where I was standing. I'm not perfect ya know. I can't have eagle vision or something. A light emitted from the kwami, with some smoke. The graffiti flew from my house into a ball. It was weird to look at. But, I just let her do what she wanted. I walked around the house and used the back door to get in. And.....

It was locked. I face palmed at my stupidity, and went back to the front where Phobia was doing stuff. Now, the wall and door was clean, and Phobia was holding a cat sculpture. She held it out to me, and I hugged it gently.

"Thanks."

"No problem. It made this house look trashier than it was, so I decided to fix it."

I smiled a bit at her tsudere-ish sentence.

"Don't lie Phobia, you did it for me."

She huffed, crossing her arms stubbornly.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did too!"

"Did too! Wait, you agreed! Yay! So you do care about me!"

Phobia huffed again. Hehe. Tsun-Tsun.

"Shut up."

I laughed a bit, squeezing the small cat statue in my arms. It was really squishy.

"Come on, let's just get inside."

She nodded and I took out my key out of basically nowhere, and unlocked the door. I opened it for her, and waited for her to get in before going in myself.

~Timeskip~

I ate dinner and did my homework, so Phobia and I sat on the couch boredly.

"So.... What did you find out?"

Huh? I furrowed my eyebrows at her, confused. What is she- oh. I realized what she was talking about. My realization. I breathed in and exhaled.

"If this is an akuma's fault, then why am I targeted? Does Hawkmoth hate me now? I hope he burns in hell."

Phobia's face scrunched up. She shrugged, and yawned, relaxing her face.

"I'll do some research on it. But first, let's get some sleep."

(AN sorry for the holdup! I'm busy and have writers block so yay!)