The Miraculous Syndicate

Chapter 7 - Three Laws

Your POV

You ran your fingers through Chat's disheveled blonde hair as you watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He was snoring quietly, not that loud with his head in your lap. But you speculated it was the best sleep he has had in years, and probably the best cry in years too.

Despite the black mask covering most of his upper face, the stress lines around his eyes were gone and he looked like a normal human being who didn't kill people in their free time.

You dared to think that he looked almost angelic.

His breakdown allowed you to see a new side of him- a surprising one. Chat has always been a scary strong nightmare that walked the streets to the general public.

But to you, he was a tired, unfortunate kitty that deep down never wanted to do this.

''If only I had met you differently.'' You whispered. ''I wonder how it would've all turned out?''

Chat Noir grunted in his sleep and took a deep breath, stretching.

You suddenly felt glad to see such a sight. It was beautiful to say at least.

His sudden weight made you wince, however. ''Morning. How are you feeling?''

He opened an eye and yawned. ''A little bet-What?''

Then he got up. 'M-Morning!?'' Looking outside, he only saw darkness.

''Oh you liar!''

You giggled at his shock. ''Is there something important you need to do? It's almost 5 pm.''

''I've been sleeping on your lap for almost two hours?'' He asked in disbelief.

You nodded. ''Can't feel my feet but I didn't have the heart to wake you up.''

He had a strange look in his eyes and then looked away with a small blush. ''Weirdo.''

I wouldn't do this to anyone though.

''Then let me take care of you.'' About to question what he meant, he scooped you up in his arms bridal style.

''What the- Put me down, Chat!'' You blushed, trying to remember how much you weighed. You hoped not much. Chat's warm arm was wrapped around your back and the other placed under your knees. Strangely, your stomach felt like it had butterflies.

''Consider it my thanks.'' He grabbed your jacket and wrapped it around you sloppily.

''Hold on, who's gonna clean the carpet you vomited all over?''

Chat Noir gave you a grin. ''You of course. Later.''

You sighed as he leaped out from your balcony. ''Where are you taking me?''

''Eiffel tower.''

You stared at him dumbfounded as he focused on jumping from buildings to buildings at. ''Holy shit it's col-WHOA Joke?''

''I don't think I'm scared of heights but I think I've developed a fear of being carried.'' You mumbled, trying poorly not to think of what would happen if he dropped you right here from this height.

He wouldn't.

...

I think.

Not yet.

''That's a cat-astrophe.''

''Holy shit.''

He grinned. ''Cat got your tongue?''

''You said a cat pun.''

''Wakey wakey, (Y/N). Mew a cat after all.''