The soft lights from the school courtyard gleamed in the night, bright like the stars above. Chat Noir, hidden in the shadows of the rooftop, watched his classmates with a sad smile. His heart longed to be with them, as Adrien. To wear fancy clothes, to laugh, dance, live - what would he give to have that freedom. Instead, his father had disallowed him from attending the school dance. In an act of defiance, Adrien escaped into the night as Chat Noir.
Right now, he didn't know what was stopping him from detransforming and joining his friends. Perhaps he wasn't as defiant as he thought he was. With a heavy sigh, Chat Noir buried his face in his hands and felt his heart sink. He should probably head home, he thought to himself. Watching his friends from afar didn't bring him any comfort at all. He was better off alone, in his room, far from everyone and everything.
Chat Noir stood up, ready to leave. Just as he was about to take off, he felt a soft tug on his tail. He turned and his heart skipped a beat. There, clad in a lovely, soft pink dress, was Marinette. She smiled gently at him, cocking her head slightly to the side, looking at him questioningly. Chat Noir recovered to his usual demeanor and shrugged nonchalantly, a practiced grin on his face.
Marinette shook her head, laughing. She moved closer to him till their shoulders touched, then looked down at her school, taking in the view that Chat Noir was gazing at all night long. She had seen him from the moment he arrived, and watched him as he watched them. Glancing at him now from the corner of her eye, Marinette saw a sad and lonely expression on his face as he stared blankly at the view below them.
Without even thinking, Marinette held her hand out. Chat Noir looked at it, confused for a moment, before smiling and carefully taking her hand in his and resting his other hand on her waist. Marinette pulled Chat Noir close to her till their bodies touched gently and she could rest her cheek on his shoulder. A faint tune, slow and melodic, floated around them while they swayed with eyes closed.
Marinette said nothing as she heard Chat Noir weep silently. Meanwhile, he was grateful for the silence and the comforting touch, softly stroking the small of his back.
When he was out of tears and his silent cries had subsided, Chat Noir gently pulled away from his companion. He gazed at her. Chat Noir knew that he wanted to remember this moment forever: the small smile on Marinette's face, the love that radiates from her eyes, the softness of her skin, the wind blowing strands of her hair against his cheek, and the moon and stars that hung above them.
Overwhelmed by sudden contentment and comfort, and with all feeling of loneliness banished from within him, Chat Noir leaned down and rested his forehead against Marinette's. He felt her warm fingers holding his face, and he sighed. With her, he thought, he wasn't Chat Noir. He wasn't even Adrien. With Marinette, he was just himself. And that was a feeling he would never want to forget.
A piece from an out of practice writer. Also, I imagined them dancing to The Civil Wars' Dust to Dust.