"Chat! Stop it! You're going to ruin my hair!" Marinette complained, moving away from the superhero that had been annoying her to no end, not allowing her to do her hair in silent peace.

"Even if you had ketchup all over that hair of yours, you'd still look mewtiful," Chat smirked, dropping his hand only to cross his arms later. She rolled her eyes with a groan. Marinette wasn't a hair maniac like Chloe, for example. But even so, she still cared enough to wish her hair to be in its usual pigtails.

"You and your puns, will I have to bear with that as long as I know you?" she asked as she tried to brush it yet once again. He took a few steps closer to her, arms behind his back, trying to look as innocent as he could. "Yep! Don't worry, though. I understand you don't want me to mousse with you, but even so, the best thing you can do is just brush it off."

Marinette could swear she felt her eye twitch. "Oh my freaking God..." she mumbled, took in a deep breath, calmly left her brush on her desk and walked over to Chat. She stopped a few inches away from him and tried to ignore the blush that was creeping to her checks, hiding her slight embarrassment with a determined frown.

Chat Noir, on his side, tried to not move away. He was glad he had a mask on, or she'd notice his somewhat red face. "How would you like it if I did it to you, huh?" Marinette asked, crossing her arms. Chat blinked and tilted his head to the side. "Did what to me?"

"Touch your hair and stuff," Marinette clarified. Her plan was for him to just leave her alone once and for all, but his reaction was not the one she was expecting. He closed his eyes as he chuckled, a charming yet playful smirk gracing his lips. He was attractive, Marinette would never deny that.

"I wouldn't mind it, honestly," he said finally, opening his eyes to look at her teasingly. Why does he have to be so... whatever, it doesn't matter, she thought, shaking her head to herself slightly to get those thoughts out of her mind. So as to not lose ground, she rolled her eyes for the hundredth time now. "I can bet that, judging on how your hair looks, it's a tangled mess. I wouldn't be surprised." She tried to tease him back, but Chat only chuckled once more.

"You're using the wrong adjective there, Princess. I know what my hair looks like, and it's not a tangled mess. It's a fluffy mess. Prove it yourself," he shrugged, his smile never leaving him, not even a second. Chat winked at her, and closed his eyes, crossing his arms as he did. Hesitantly, she reached her arm up to his head. He was right, it did look fluffier than it looked tangled. It wasn't something she'd noticed before, but now that she was aware, it was tempting to just touch it. Run her hand through it and caress it... would Chat purr? What the heck am I thinking?! Stop it, brain, stop it.

Finally, she placed her hand on his head gently. Chat tensed up for a second out of surprise, but quickly calmed down. Marinette's hand had sunk in his hair, and she wasn't able to see it. The thought was funny, and she giggled lightly. "Alright, fine. You're right, it is a fluffy mess," admitting defeat wasn't something she usually liked to do, but at the moment, she didn't care. At all. "What did I tell you? It's fluff- Hey! What are you doing?!"

Marinette had rubbed her hand at a rapid pace through his hair, making it even fluffier.

She took a step back, stared at his hair and started laughing loudly. He looked just like a cat who had just gotten blown with a hairdryer after a bath. "Now you can truly say it's all fluffy," she stated between laughs. Her stomach hurt so much from laughing and her eyes were watering, while Chat simply looked flabbergasted, cat-like eyes wide open. He seemed to finally get out of his shock.

"Marinette!" he exclaimed with an embarrassed frown. He wasn't mad, not at all, he was simply surprised and, in a way, somewhat lost. He didn't know what he looked like. "What did you do? What do I look like?" he asked her then, genuinely curious. The girl, on her side, was trying to compose herself. Marinette had an arm on her stomach and a hand on her mouth, trying to muffle her laughing. Even so, she gestured towards the mirror in her room.

Chat interpreted that she had permission so he made his way there, looking back at the laughing girl. He never really heard her laugh like that as Adrien. Then again, they weren't that close, really. They were friends. But for some reason, Marinette would always get extremely nervous around Adrien, but with Chat Noir? She didn't mind teasing him playfully. He liked the relationship they had. Enough of that. He got to the mirror, saw how he looked and immediately understood the laughing mess Marinette was.

Chat started laughing loudly too, and Marinette got even worse after seeing his face.

Eventually, the two teenagers managed to calm down. At this point, they were both on her chaise, taking deep breaths due to almost dying. "Sorry for ruining your hair," Marinette said finally, giving him an apologetic look, yet a smile graced her face. "Don't worry about it. Like I said, it isn't tangled, but it's a mess. A fluffy one."

She raised her hand slightly towards his head. "May I?" she asked, no malicious intent audible in her voice. In all honesty, all she wanted to do was caress that hair now, it just felt so nice. Like a pillow, or a lot of cotton. Was that weird? Then again, he touched her hair all the time. "Sure, as long as you don't make it worse. Pretty sure it'll actually get all tangled if you try that again, Princess. Besides, I owe it to you after annoying you so much," Chat shrugged.

Marinette chuckled lightly and placed her hand on his hair once more, but this time, caressed it gently. "Your hair feels really nice, Chat. You really do take care of it," she commented casually, to which the hero nodded. "You're right there. But don't belittle yourself, Mari. Your hair is soft and it smells nice too." That comment caused the girl to pull away.

"Excuse me, have you sniffed my hair before?"

Chat blushed a deep red and looked away. "I-I didn't do it on purpose. Enhanced senses, remember? I can't help it. Sorry if it bothers you, but I promise, it wasn't on purpose. I'm not a creep." Marinette sighed. "Alright, fine. If you want, I can help you turn your super fluffy mess into a normal fluffy mess," that suggestion was given just so the tension between them could dissipate. Her friend nodded, then smirked to himself as she stood up. "Sounds good to me! I'm sure that whatever you do will be hairy helpful."

"CHAT NOIR!"