MLB one shots

1:32 AM

It was 1:32 in the morning. The resident Black Cat sat atop the Eiffle Tower, legs swinging gently below him. The city was quiet, morso now then in the mornings. He liked it now, the wind whistling through his messy blond locks and the lights beneath his body. He was alone here, no needy kwami or uptight schedule to keep him. He was far out of sights, so the tears falling off his face wouldn't be caught by civilians.

He gave a start when his black spotted partner landed behind him. She called his name. He didn't answer.

"Kitty?" His only response was a sniffle. Chat Noir turned his head to the other side, somewhere she couldn't see. She lifted her hands and pulled him to her. "Go away," he said weakly, snuggling into her shoulder. Ladybug shook her head. "You can't get rid of me," she whispered.

Adrien opened his mouth to speak, but found he didn't want to. He only wrapped his hands around her. Tighter. Closer. He wished for the simple things that always seemed to out of reach. Could she relate? Could she understand?

Did she want to?

Chat didn't register his own silent weeping. He only thought about silence that had taken over his house, how it had taken hold in his brain and rooted in his mind. Bittersweet memories wracked through his head. Maybe that could be the title of one of his next drabbles. Words would make sense in his writing. Easily so. He only had to twist them in his advantage.

It was 2:17 AM by the time the two separated. Ladybug seemed reluctant to let him leave, but let him go anyways.

Adrien wondered how many times she thought about him.

With a curt bow and a kiss on her hand, he stepped towards the edge of the platform. "Hey," she said. "Contact me when you get home, okay?"

He looked back at her and nodded. She bit her lip. He moved to leave. "Thanks LB." It was soft, quiet, just like his room during the nights. He shuddered, not wanting to relive the dreams that would plague him tonight.

He jumped off, heading home and setting his mind to replay the last scene of their moment for his sake.

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"Hey," she whispered, one last time. His legs crouched to leap. Ladybug grabbed his arm, unable to feel the leather beneath her gloved fingers. She felt him flex underneath her hand.

Ladybug wanted to tell him how much he's needed. Loved. Desired. She wanted to tell him until next years sun came up and the light never strayed from his eyes.

Instead, she put her head against the back of his neck. She told him she loved him. He smiled.