A/N: Very, VERY short but I still like it all the same.
Oh yeah, none of these drabbles are connected in anyway possible unless I say they're connected. e.g. Injured and Protective Chat.
Also, another reveal drabble!
There were at least five of them pasted on her bedroom wall when Chat Noir first step foot inside the space of pink hues, and he couldn't stop the burst of laughter from escaping his lips when he saw himself posing for the camera.
He had to duck from the cushion she hurtled at him, her face red with embarrassment.
He apologised quickly, saying that he didn't mean to laugh when he did and he was really sorry about that.
"But it's just surprising I guess," he told her as he jabbed a thumb towards them. "The guy is actually so bored that he would have slept if he could."
She peered at him suspiciously. "And how would you know that?"
He shrugged. "I know Adrien."
She didn't seem convinced.
But then, a few years later, where they were older and bolder over time that she had put down the posters and kept them in her drawers while leaving the wall bare, he showed her who he really was.
And he had to duck to avoid her pencil case as she screamed bloody murder, her face still the same shade of red from the last time he embarrassed her. He laughed as he swooped towards her and wrapped her up in his hug, where she simply deflated with defeat and groaned loudly in frustration into his chest.
