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L: Bake

Bake

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As you stand there, narrating my traits. You somehow evaporated my doubts.

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The first thing that Marinette did when she woke up was giggle.

She giggled and she didn't know fucking why.

She just woke up and stretched. Looked around and suddenly a fucking giggle escaped out of her lips.

She covered her mouth with shock. It felt like an instinct to giggle.

She glanced around and saw plain white walls. The bed sheet was grey. A desk there with a computer on top of it.

It looked familiar yet different.

Something was off about this room and she had a gut feeling.

"Oh you're awake! I baked you some croissants. They're my-"

Marinette screamed and threw her hand into the newcomer. A sound of skin being slapped echoed.

"Ow!"

The voice said and rubbed his cheek. Marinette looked at him with guilty eyes.

"I'm so sorry! Are- are you okay?!"

She moved forward but the bed sheet caught her foot. She stumbled and landed on a thump.

"Ow!"

The voice said again and she realized that she was laying on top of him. She immediately got off with a blush and the boy rubbed his cheek.

"I'm sorry!"

She said and offered her hand. The boy looked at it and smiled and got up.

"It's alright. Anyways, I made you some croissants"

The boy turned around and Marinette's eyes instantly flashed. She looked at him up and down.

"Chat Noir?....you're wearing an apron!"

The girl laughed at him and pointed but Chat Noir turned around with a tray and a frown on his face.

"Yeah? I wear this everyday"

Marinette stopped laughing. Gestured at his outfit before bursting into laughter once again. Chat Noir only gave her a worried glance.

"But-....you're Chat Noir! A hero!"

She exclaimed while wiping a tear. Chat Noir leaned and placed the tray on the table next to her.

"I'm not a....hero?"

Marinette froze. She fucking faceplamed right there.

I forgot didn't I?

Well yes, you fucking did. Replied the author.

"Chat Noir is pretty close to my name"

"W-who are you then?"

Marinette asked hesitantly. The boy grinned.

"I'm Noir! The son of the best baker of all Paris!"

Oh-uh.

This wasn't good.

"B-baker?"

"Yeah. Our bakery is called the 'Miraculous' . You should try some, my father is downstairs baking"

That has got to be a sight to see. His father rolling flour with a pin while wearing a heart designed apron?

"Girl pass me the fucking phone" And I quote from Alya.