"Barely squeaking by." Chat Noir x Male Reader

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'Why.'

I balled my fists tightly, my jeans burning against my fingers while we waited for the plane. Mom noticed, then sighed, gently pinching my forearm.

"Quit that, we already talked about this-"

I glared at her.

"Oh really? When? I just came home last night to see our stuff in boxes and you saying that you booked flights to Paris. You didn't mention it to me once. I was at my friends house for gods sake—!" I scoffed and crossed my arms, looking straight at the wall in front of me, slouching further in my chair.

She sighed more harshly this time, moving her hand off my arm to grab her phone as the notification bell rung. Some people around us checked their own phones, thinking it was theirs. I glanced at her to see her smiling face as she responded to a text. I peeked at her screen, it made me cringe.

'Honeybunches🐝💛'

'Of course we're moving because of her love life again. I can't even act surprised anymore.'

I stared down at my shoes, twitching a little. Then I turned to look out the closest window to see the same view of [h/t] for the fifteenth time. I glared out the transparent blockade, wanting to run out of the airport.

My mom turned to me and tapped my shoulder, causing me to twist around.

"Now, you still remember most of your French oui?"

"Somewhat. It's been a while, I'm a little rusty." I shrugged, then scratched my messy nest of [H/c].

She shook her head and mumbled under her breath. I ignored her and put my hands behind my head, leaning back on my chair.

I began to let my mind drift as I looked up at the ceiling. It slowly faded into black as I began to ponder.

'How probable will it be for our plane be to crash?'

'Will it be any different there than here?'

'Am I overreacting? Maybe.'

'Do I feel bad for her?'

My eyes flicker to my mom, only to see darkness. Not even a silhouette of her figure.

I look back at the ceiling, eyebrows furrowed.
'Who knows.'

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[Y/n] continued to question existence itself as his plane arrived. He didn't notice his mom trying to get his attention. He just proceeded to sit there, thinking.

One thought had caught his attention.

'What does it feel like.. to be more than I actually am? Having more to look forward to—'

He felt something and it made him flinch. Suddenly without warning, everything quickly flooded back into his vision. The sounds of the bustling airport returned at ghastly high volumes to his ears, overwhelming the poor boy and causing him to cover his ears slightly. He gasped for air as he jolted to look at his mom, his eyes focusing on her blurred face. After a bit his vision cleared up and everything toned down a bit so he uncovered his ears. She let go of him after she saw that he responded.