"Okay, so the way I said that was kind of weird" Marinette admitted, ironically she didn't seem embarrassed at all. "It's hard to explain, I haven't heard his voice for so long and he was so flustered and adorable...god this is so cheesy why am I saying this" She facepalms while shaking her head side to side.
On the other hand, Chat was also fairly flustered. He was pretty sure he knew who Marinette was talking about. But not absolutely positive.
"So, who's the lucky boy?" Chat plasters a grin on his face. Has he really gonna back to that? Fake smiles. How pathetic.
"Eh, he doesn't matter anymore," Marinette says "Well I mean of course he matters but, I have my best friend sitting next to me right now" He blushes which surprises Marinette. "Didn't know you could blush just by someone calling you a best friend" she teases. He avoids her eyes. Because if he looks at her, that would be dangerous. For him, that is.
" Shut up" Chat retorts, " I don't hear that phrase as much as most people" He continues to look away. It was still bright outside. The sound of traffic was still obnoxiously loud.
"Oh my god are you a loner?"
"Haha, make fun of me"
"That's hilarious, the one and only Chat Noir is a loner"
" Well, not anymore," Chat says while sitting on her loft " I have you" Marinette smiles while sitting besides him, leaning onto his shoulder.
"And I have you"
They sit there, in a comfortable silence. Marinette didn't know what it was like to have someone understand her so easily. Neither did Chat. Maybe it was because of the whole 'hero personas' which they shared in common.
"Adrien Agreste" She admits, remembering his innocent smile when he handed her the umbrella. It sits in the corner of her bedroom.
"The model boy?"
"He's more than a face" Marinette argues as she links their arms together. " He's the sun after a storm" Chat becomes flustered again, but this times continues to stare at her. He doesn't care anymore. Chat doubts he can fall even further...right? Her eyes look like a cloudless sky, to him. "He always knows how to make others feel better and he's genuine unlike most boys these days".
Chat was conflicted. On one side, he enjoyed the praise but, on the other side, he's ashamed. He fooled his Marinette with some perfect boy act.
"What if I was Adrien?" He says abruptly. Marinette sits up straight, questioning his motives. She doesn't know what to think at first. They do both have electrifying eyes and a sense of softness.
"Well, I wouldn't be so surprised" She moves her arm away from him, "you both take yourself for granted" Then Marinette stands up, walking to her desk chair. She sits down and spins, to face him. "But I related to you more, I feel more at ease in your presence"
Chat felt the same. Do you know what it's like to be completely at peace? Nothing to worry about. Nothing to feel mournful about. This wasn't like a lovesick feeling. It was a blissful feeling. Whenever he's with her, Chat felt safe.
"What if I was Ladybug?" Marinette jokes.
"No way"
"Are you demeaning me?"
"Nope, just Ladybug is way cooler than you" She frowns for a second before snorting.
"You're probably right"
The room became was darker than before, considering it was later yet, there was still lights coming from the windows. Was it the stars or the light of Paris?
"What if I was a monster?" Chat asks, unfazed. Marinette takes a minute to think about it, imagining Chat as a monster. She stands up, doing Ladybug's signature pose and turns her head to him and announces:
"I'd save you and the rest of Paris"
"What if you could only save one"
"I'd save both"
"You can't"
"I maybe not as cool as Ladybug but, I can" Chat stays quiet. He would love for Marinette to save him right now. He just needs to make a cry for help. Would it sound desperate and pitiful? Marinette probably wouldn't think like that. Still, Chat can't tell if he's been avoiding the topic because he's prideful or because he's scared. Maybe a bit of both.
Marinette picks up a game controller.
"Best out of three?"
" Five"
"Loser does 15 sit-ups"
"That's the best punishment you could think of?"
"30"
"Game on"
Word Count: 744
Author's Note:
I'm on spring break now and I home alone so I'll be writing a lot. Obviously I won't post all of them but, I'll be writing. Remember that!
Kiwii
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FanfictionAdrien Agreste didn't have the most luxurious childhood, and neither did Chat Noir. Ever since his mother died he's been waiting for someone to save him. To fulfill the empty hole in his heart. And maybe Ladybug isn't the hero he's looking for. So...
