Chapter 5 - Silent Scream

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Your POV

''Ughhh...'' You groaned as you tried to open your eyes. Your body felt like someone had thrown it off a 10 story building. But it was warm, and despite your body feeling like shit, you felt like you had the best sleep in years. Blinking, you realized how dark it is.

''Wha-'' You mumbled, touching your face.

You had a sleeping mask that you definitely don't remember putting on.

Removing it, the sudden light blinded you and you shut them again. Then something shifted against your own warm body.

''WHO-''

''Don't look!'' A hand flew up to your eyes as you opened them, his other hand pinning your own to the bed. You knew that voice.

''C-CHAT NOIR?'' You screamed.

He breathed a sigh of relief. ''Don't you dare try to do anything-'' He warned as you felt him get up from the bed, hand still covering your eyes.

''W-What did you do? Why on earth are you here?'' Your voice shook.

You felt him slipping on the sleeping mask again and you dared open your eyes only to find darkness.

''You were sick, and I took care of you.''

Well, that explains why I feel shitty.

''Claws out.'' You heard him mumble.

''What did you say?''

''Nothing.'' He pulled off the sleeping mask and you were met with a face you don't get to see every day.

To be fair, no one wakes up to Chat Noir's face. If they did, wouldn't it mean their death day has arrived?

''How are you feeling?'' He asked.

You nodded. ''A little tired but I'll survive.''

''Goo-'' He stopped and looked like he was having an internal argument with himself.

Good?

You chuckled to yourself and he raised an eyebrow. You then smiled up at him. ''Thank you, Chat Noir.''

''Chat.''

''Eh?'' You blinked.

''C-Call me Chat, you can drop the noir. It's too long.'' Chat turned his head away from you, slightly, very slightly, blushing.

You grinned. ''Okay!''

What a change of heart.

It feels...different?

You stared at him as he poured himself some water from the kitchen tap, then grabbing another glass for you.

''Stop staring.'' He said as he basically slammed the cup of water down on the nightstand. ''Just because I took care of you or whatever, doesn't mean we are suddenly 'bffs'.''

Yeah...

''But then...why did you take care of me?'' You found yourself saying. Unable to stop, you met his eyes desperately.

''You could've left me to die with high fever, or killed me.''

He looked away. ''Stop...''

''Yet you nursed me back to health and even bought me wa-'' Chat grabbed your neck and slammed you to the wall.

And that's when you knew, you fucked up.

Struggling, unable to breathe, tears spilled down from your eyes.

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