“You know Chat Noir?” muttered Ladybug, gazing to the ground as her eyes opened wide in shock.
Her reaction had taken Adrien by surprise, making him wonder wether he had made the right choice by telling, what he thought, had been a white lie. One could say he did know Chat Noir personally, but way more personally than he had slipped. Not that he could tell her though, he knew that if he had done that she would be upset.
“Then… Without the mask… What is he like?” she asked, almost afraid of her own words. She knew she shouldn’t ask, she knew she should just leave Adrien’s side and leave that topic for a day when she could discuss it with Chat: why had he revealed his identity to a civilian.
However, she couldn’t help but feel a lingering feeling inside her throat. Next to her, in the boy that she usually saw as a crush, was the Door to the other side of Chat. God he calls his name, she thought, almost amazed over the fact that her Kitty was someone else when he was not with her.
Thinking about it, how would it feel to even call him with a different name? Would he still turn around to face her with his playful green eyes and dorky smile? She suddenly realized there was no way she could imagine him without a mask, and all of a sudden, she became scared of what might’ve been at the other side of it.
“Cha-chat Noir?” he couldn’t help but stutter as an effect of his Lady asking such an unusual question. He would’ve thought he was dead, he had expected her to curse and then dust off on her yo-yo getting ready to be lectured on how he shouldn’t reveal his identity next time they met as Ladybug and Chat Noir.
Still, her blue eyes had never seen more curious. She had seen her wondering before, lost in thought, concerned. However, this expression was new. All of a sudden she had become smaller to his eyes, so eager to hear what he had to say that he sworn she would’ve cried if he didn’t.
“Well… I guess… He changes a lot…” he commented, raising his eyes up to the sky “He’s less eager to mock around and make jokes, he doesn’t come up with any puns. Its like… Paris was bigger when he takes his mask off, so big he gets lost. Sometimes I wonder… If he puts the mask on just to…”
He ceased to talk, realizing that he was now making a concious effort to hold back the tears that all of a sudden had crowded his eyelids.
Ladybug’s eyes were on the ground, thinking of Chat, of her Kitty, as her image of him changed from a playful dork to a lonely black cat, shivering in the cold night. She realized she didn’t want to hear anymore, as if all of a sudden that side of her partner had become a pandora box.
“That’s enough” she said, standing up, still lost in thought “I don’t really need to know.” she continued to say, not sure if she was still talking to Adrien. She picked up her yo-yo from the side of her hip, took one last glance at the blonde boy sitting next to her and pulled up her best effort to smile “Thank you for telling me anyways.”
And just like that, Ladybug was gone again, without knowing that as the sun settled down, she had left alone a lonely, shivering cat.
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