Chat Noir x Reader

Chapter 25 2/2

(Mini A/N: a long author's note ahead offering an explanation to my absence and mentioning latest things happening in the fandom)

TRANSLATION TO "Oh mon dieu, elle eat comme une petite boule de mignonne!" = "oh my god, she is like a small ball of cuteness!"

"Hmm..." I murmured snuggling deeper into the covers and hugging my pillow closer.

After a few minutes I felt the bed dip, a hand was placed over my forehead checking my temperature I guessed, "You feeling better?" Asked a voice softly.

I furrowed my eyebrows for a second

I know that voice....

I opened my eyes before I could think about it only to be created by the sight of a blonde boy in a leather cat suit sitting on my bed

why is chat here?

Then remembered what had happened earlier.

Being sick makes me slow af

I sighed and sat up yawning. "Mhm." I confirmed rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "Thanks chat," I said my voice a bit groggy, giving him a small smile to show my appreciation.

"No problem chéri," he said returning the smile, "I made you lunch."

"You know how to cook?" I asked surprised.

"Erm no," he blushed and chuckled, "I prepared your lunch seeing as how if I tried to cook your kitchen would be destroyed."

I laughed, "Glad you didn't try that then. And thanks you didn't have to."

"Its my fault you got sick y/n, the least I could do was prepare your lunch."

"It's not your fault I got sick chat," I sighed remembering last night. "I would have gotten sick either way, I was out in the rain too remember. You weren't the one that caused any of this."

Chat stayed quiet as he too probably was remembering last night. His lips were set in a grim line as he placed a bowl of canned f/s (favorite soup) in front of me on a tray. "Be careful it might still be hot." He warned before sitting across from me on the bed.

Nodding I picked up the spoon from the tray and tried some, "What are you going to eat chat?" I asked eating a spoonful of soup.

"Don't worry about me I'm not hungry."

I placed my spoon down and looked at him , "That's a lie chat," I stated simply. When he didn't respond I sighed and placed my tray to the side.

"What are you doing chéri?" He said furrowing his eyebrows.

"If you don't eat I don't eat."

He looked surprised, "W-what? No no no no you must eat! You're sick and you need that energy as well as the fact you can't take medicine on an empty stomach."

I shrugged, "Oh well then."

He shook his head "Fine fine, I'll go get an apple or something."

"No, either you eat a proper lunch or I refuse to eat at all."

"There's no more canned soup and I can't cook remember?" He said looking proud of himself for finding a loophole.

Why must you be difficult about this?

Fine if he won't do it himself I'll do it

"Then I'll go make you something." I stated simply pushing off the cover and standing up.