December 7th, gift number 7:

An Akuma attack on a Monday at 5:30 in the morning? Does Hawkmoth never sleep?

Marinette began to mutter insults that led Tikki to conspicuously clog her ears. Even Plagg would have turned pale when he heard the vocabulary of the young woman, who was usually of such a gentle and polite nature... With the notable exception that Marinette was not what is called "a morning person", something that caused her to lose her temper and eloquence somewhat when she was pulled out of her sleep by screaming from outside.

She transformed herself and felt the magic running throughout her body; at the same time awakening her muscles who were still asleep. Usually, it was a feeling she liked a lot... but not in the middle of the night.

She quietly went out through the velux leading to her balcony and, after checking around her, went to cross the Parisian rooftops in the middle of the night.

She distinguished the feline figure of her partner at the top of a building near the Esplanade du Trocadéro, she launched her yo-yo and swung to land gracefully at the side of Chat Noir.

-... 'orning, She muttered in a loud yawn.

-Good morning, sleeping Beauty, he answered her softly in front of her eyes shining with fatigue.

-Excuse me, I'm not...

-Not a morning person? He interrupted her with amusement

-Exactly! she approved.

-If you want, I can take you home and meow you my serenade to help you get back to sleep, bugaboo, he said with a smirk.

-It seems to me that we have some superhero's stuff to do, my kitty, I have to decline this offer, she says, by rattling his bell with a stroke of her finger.

-Well, your incredible partner, more morning than you, has already taken care of everything. It was a false alarm, just a bit of nightly noise made by an overly alcoholic couple. My offer still stands, he added with a wink and a mischievous smile.

-And I decline again to this offer, to make you another one, how about sharing breakfast together? It's a little early, but I know a very good bakery that opens at 6 a.m., and it's almost 6 a.m.

-I say that it sounds very good, replied Chat Noir, pleasantly surprised by his partner's proposal.

-Leave me 15 minutes and I'll meet you at the usual meeting point?

-I will wait for my nine lives if I can be on your magical mystery ride, he replied, singing his last words.

Ladybug's reaction was swift: her cheeks suddenly became stuffy under her mask, which was not wide enough to cover the extent of the redness. She quickly turned away from her partner and went to get them breakfast.

Chat Noir who had not missed anything from the redness of his partner, sketched a bright and victorious smile with the satisfaction of having caused the desired effect.

She went back to her room, dropped her transformation and hesitated for a moment to hang around for a few more minutes to unpack her gift.

Curiosity killed the cat and she quickly grabbed the 7th gift: A cubic box, covered with a black paper with copper dots. After unpacking she came out with a custom mug on which he was inscribed: "you're the best partner in the world." The inscription was accompanied by ladybug motifs and prints of black cat paws.

Her lips curled into a beautiful smile as she carefully put the cup in her desk drawer. Then she rushed out of her room to join her parents' bakery and take away breakfast.

Less than 5 minutes late, she sat down next to her partner with her feet in a vacuum and handed him a bag full of pastries.

-The bakery of Thomas and Sabine, you spoil me, my Lady! They make the best pastries in Paris!

-I'm glad you like it, she replied calmly. Thank you for spending some time with me, Bugaboo.

-I can't think of a better way to start a day of classes that promises to be long and boring.

- I'm... Okay with that... replied Chat Noir between two sneezes caused by the pigeon that had just landed next to him.

Ladybug began to laugh kindly, remembering the song he had sung to her the day before and the excerpt mentioning the pigeons. An extract that seemed to have been written especially for her partner and his allergies.

Chat Noir, on the other hand, savored the sweet melody of his partner's laughter and drank himself from the heat that spread in his chest when he heard what seemed to him to be the most wonderful sound in the world.

To be continued…