Chat Noir X Reader: The Muse

Chapter 11: Sleeping Cupid

The last autumn leaves were fighting against the wind as you watched through the class window. The Art History teacher was talking and talking. She was hurriedly trying to go over all the topics she had to before the semester was over, which wouldn't take long. Over the last few months, many classes had been spent with students arguing with each other to see who knew more about the subject, and they wouldn't let the teacher talk. Now the class was late in the schedule.

But even so, you couldn't bring yourself to pay attention. Your mind was locked in a constant loop of thoughts consisting basically of Chat, your grade, Chat's mouth, your grade again, other body parts of Chat, and sometimes what you'd eat for lunch. You couldn't help it. You were hungry. For lunch, of course.

Outside, one leaf didn't resist the wind and got carried away, now at the mercy of the air currents. You accompanied it until it was out of vision, now travelling over Paris.

That leaf could represent your situation with Chat Noir right now. Like the leaf, you had tried to just move along with the free spirit that was Chat, but it hadn't been enough, and now you were throw in a dance with the wind, which you didn't know how would end. Although you had to admit, contrary to the leaf, you hadn't been blow away. You had gone willingly.

You blinked when a group of pigeons flew past, the haze you were in being broken. You were certainly inspired today. Well, it wasn't really a surprise after yesterday's events. You pulled your thick scarf tighter around your neck. It covered the marks Chat had left on you pretty well, along with the make up you had to put over it. Thankfully today was so cold that even inside the buildings you could use the accessory and not be stared at, but you'd have to talk with the cat boy about this. He'd have to control himself next time.

A hand touched your shoulder and you jumped, turning around. Marinette was looking at you with wide eyes.

"Oh mon dieu, désolé, you didn't answer when I called." She had a worried expression, but then gave you a pointed look. "Twice."

You breathed deeply and straightened your posture in your seat, your heart slowing down from the scare. "Sorry Mari, I'm a little out of it today."

"Oh," she tilted her head, analyzing your face. "You're also on cloud nine too, huh?" She chuckled.

You blinked. Who else was also on cloud nine? "What?"

You gave her a confused look, but she promptly changed the subject with an unreadable smile. "How are you feeling today? Better?"

You narrowed your eyes for a second as she dodged the question, but then focused on her new one. "Yeah, I'm feeling much better." You tapped your temple and gave a small smile. "No headache."

"I'm glad." Mari grinned. "Oh, and also, the teacher said we can work on the project for next Monday in groups." She pointed with her thumb to the teacher in front of the classroom, gathering her things. Apparently the class was over. You had been daydreaming for a long time. "And I was thinking if you wanted to be a part of our group."

"Our?" You furrowed your brows as you tilted your head.

"Oh," she looked behind her and grabbed a boy's arm, bringing him to her side. "What are you hiding for?" She whispered and he made an 'ow' sound as she pushed him. Your eyes grew wide when your gazes locked and you saw locks of blonde hair and green eyes.

"This is Julien. He's also from Fashion Design." Marinette said, but you almost didn't catch that, immersed in your thoughts. He looked so similar to Chat... Mari continued, patting him on the shoulder. "He's responsible, so don't worry. And if he doesn't help with the project, we can just kick him out."