Disclaimer: I don't own Miraculous, so I won't claim to, but I do own my interpretation and the nonexistent plot. Also, a tribute to broken hearts and late Valentines. ;)

Every broken heart has screamed at one time or another: "Why can't you see who I truly am?" ~ Shannon L. Alder

"Hmm." Ladybug stares off to the distance. In her eyes, Chat Noir sees the Paris skyline and oceans and, God, this is the love of his life. Swallowing, Chat Noir stares down to his clawed hands. If his face feels a little warm, it is, of course, because it's so warm up here. Much too warm.

"Chat," she says quietly, "Do you ever get tried of being a superhero? It gets a little old, no?" Her tired, little words are swallowed by the wind; there are too tired, too worn. They sound old. Maybe it's because of the akuma they just destroyed, or maybe it's because it has been five years of secrets and running and playing the hero, and well, even Adrien Agreste can agree that this game has gone on a bit long. It might be nice to not have to be the hero and not have to make due with seeing the love of his life through a mask. But, Adrien—or should he say Chat?—thinks that the nicest thing would be the chance to strip all these pretenses, to be completely face to face, to have Ladybug believe for once in her life, that when Chat Noir says, "I think I might love you", it isn't some kind of joke.

"Well, the Paris won't stop needing to be saved, my Lady," Chat Noir grins, but his arm aches to wrap around his beautiful Ladybug, to hold her here even as her eyes show how far away she really is.

Tired eyes look at him, but then Ladybug smiles, so maybe it's ok. "Of course," she says, but her eyes are still so far away.

So all Adrien does is stare at his legs dangling against the side of the building. In a way, the silence that settles between them is comfortable, and it helps a little. It helps Adrien imagine to himself what it might be like if they were more than just partners. Would it be like this? Sitting together and staring at the sunset? Maybe it would.

They stay together until the sunset is gone and all that's left is a sea of Parisian lights in the darkness.

Original Posting Date: February 18, 2018

Prompt: N/A

Word Count: 365

Note: There are 365 days in the year, no? Also, I blame finally even thinking about Ladybug fandom on Therentyoupay and her work... Her work is so cool!