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Clad in his mask and catsuit, the hero of Paris was prowling around the rooftops looking for his prey. Green eyes would shift to the flash of red, closing the distance silently before finally making himself known.
“Found you bugaboo,” Cat Noir grinned as he would surprise his Lady, chuckling a little to himself, “Hope my “claws” encounter didn’t surprise you too much~”
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❝ I―you― ❞ ( Not knowing what the words to say―it was something that was so unlike Chat Noir; and he was sure that when his lady recovers―and he prays; he was never a religious person, but he prays for her deeply―she’d really scold him. ) Tears brimmed his eyes, and unconsciously, they streamed down his face.
( He wishes she would, any indication of her being alive and well would be enough. )
He failed. He let someone he loved do this for him; this wasn’t meant to be; he was supposed to be the reckless one who would sacrifice himself for her―
As her eyes closed, he tried to shake her lightly. ❝ Ladybug ! Stay with me ! Ladybug ! ❞ He carried her. ( Think fast ! Think fast ! ) He adjusted her weight, her body over his shoulder, so that he could use his baton to find somewhere she could be cured. ( The attacker could wait. His partner was more important. )
It was never too late. ( Or so he hoped. )
. . .
He hasn’t stopped crying.
Hospitals always did manage to make Chat Noir to feel even just a tad bit uncomfortable, scared even, especially now, because of the heroine’s critical condition.
The doctor had told him they wouldn’t be able to treat Ladybug while she was wearing a suit, and although Chat knew she was against revealing her identity more than anyone, this was a life-or-death situation. ( The doctor had promised they wouldn’t tell others about the girl’s identity, and he had to hold onto that, even though he knew that people could lie. )
And so he took her earrings off, revealing his classmate.
Marinette.
His eyes widened, and his chest hurt even more than it already did. How could his classmate risk her life everyday ? She had a family to go back to. She had friends worried for her. ( But that explained why she was always tired, always running late, always had bags under her eyes. )
Marinette was Marinette, and as he knew their Class President, she was always ready to fight for them.
He waited for the doctors to finish the operation.
. . .
She was on a hospital bed. He had pulled a chair earlier, waiting for her to wake up. ( Please wake up. Please wake up. Please wake up. ) As consciousness began to take over her once again, thee boy couldn’t help but hug her. ❝ You―you’re awake ! ❞
Crushes?
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Alice cleared her throat, blush fading. "Yeah I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? It's not like I like a boy or anything.. Oh no.. not at all!" Very convincing, Alice... "I guess I was focused.. N-Not on him, I mean! Heh..."
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"L-Ladybug!" Nathanael said with WIDE eyes as he stared at the Hero. He didn't expect to be running into her at night, then again, he did overhear Alya saying the hero's have 'patrols' this must've been one of those.
"You.. You're out.. late.." He said, pathetically attempting to make a conversation.
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"You don't know me, but. F-Y-I: this is like the biggest moment of my LIFE."
Alya was too thrilled to ask questions about just how Marinette managed to score this interview. She had WAY more important questions to ask, and thank the Parisian lights she had a few on her notepad that she'd jotted down over time (just in case she actually got the chance)!
"I'm SO excited I have so many questions to ask y--!" She paused, clearing her throat. Right... she still had to be professional. Smiling bashfully, she started over. "I mean: I'm sure my friend thanked you already, but here's one from me: thank you so much!"
Alya's smile became more relaxed; she had her pen and her paper and her phone all tripoded up and ready to go. But, it was only polite to give her guest a head's up. "You ready to get this thing started?"
maskedluck replied to your post: HE WAS GOING TO AKUMATIZE MARINETTEHOLY FUCKING...
/I literally paused and screamed at that part, I couldn’t believe it
this episode was a fucking trip and i’m glad
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Mushra scratched his head in embarrassment. His parents moved to this city quite recently and he had not yet made friends with someone other than one of his neighbors. It will be good if in a new place it shows itself well.
"Nice to meet you, Marinette! I look forward to your help!"
