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Prompt: (…from me again…) Chat Noir realized that small spaces weren't so bad if you were sharing them with the right person, even if it was to hide from her parents.

Rating: K-T

Tight Places

"Heh, looks like I got you beat princess," Chat coolly looked at his claws, sporting a full-blown smirk.

Marinette rolled her eyes when he wasn't looking, sighing as she crossed her arms, "Chat, the score is ten wins for you and twenty-two for me,"

Chat huffed, waving his hand nonchalantly, "So, what? I still got ten wins, right? Wanna make that to thirty?" Chat grinned, excitement shining in his eyes like Marinette's hadn't seen in a while.

Her answer was immediate, "You're on," and before either of them could start a new game, there was a knock on her door.

"Marinette?" the muffled voice of her mother sounded through the door and two pairs of eyes widened in shock, "Sweetie, I brought you some sweets from the leftovers, would you like some?"

Chat had never seen Marinette move so fast, "Q-quick! Hide!" Marinette flew around her room, grabbing the frozen cat's bell and dragging him toward her closet.

Chat's eyes were wide and panicked, "W-wait!" he tried to stop her, but she promptly slammed the door into his face and he froze when he heard the door open and Mrs. Dupain-Cheng's voice from the outside, "Oh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting you?"

Chat held his breath.

Marinette sounded slightly nervous, but other than that completely natural, "Mama, oh no, no, don't worry, I was just, ah, playing Ultimate Mecha Strike 3! Nothing much!" she giggled and Adrien could imagine the way she rubbed nervously at her neck.

He tensed when he heard footsteps coming close to the closet, before they stopped somewhere close, "Alright dear, just remember not to stay awake for too long, alright?" he smiled when he heard Mrs. Dupain-Cheng giving her daughter a smooch to the forehead and then his anxiety grew again.

The rest of the conversation died down and his claws lightly dug into his own hands, he quickly closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing.

Breathe Adrien, breathe. Count to ten, count to ten, just take deep, slow breaths. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5-

Light filled his vision and he nearly sprung out of the small closet, panting with his hands on his bent knees.

A warm hand was rubbing his back and he quickly straightened, seeing Marinette's concerned expression, "Chat! Are you alright?" and he swore, in that moment, in the right light, she looked just like his lady when she was worrying over him.

"Sorry, princess, I don't like tight spaces," he held his hands up, before one hand went to ruffle through his hair, sighing heavily in relief as he felt he could breathe easier now. He didn't notice Marinette's brief look of surprise, as if a distant but familiar memory flashed through her mind, it was gone as quickly as it had come.

"Are you okay kitty?" she asked again, noticing the way his chest rose and fell a little too quickly to her liking and the way a wave of anxiety still clouded his eyes.

Chat sighed, " Y-Yeah…" Marinette frowned.

"I'm sorry, mama would have seen you." Her heart constricted at the thought that she had just put her partner in such an uncomfortable situation where he nearly hyperventilated in her own closet. Why didn't he tell her sooner he was claustrophobic?

But Chat Noir smiled calmly nonetheless, "That's okay purrincess. I can spend a few seconds in a small clawset if it means spending the rest of the evening with you." He winked and looked at her meaningfully.

Marinette's entire face blushes almost as red as Nathaniel's hair and she's feeling her brain shut down at encoding Chat Noir's words and what they could possibly mean.

Seeing the look on her face, Chat's own eyes widened when he replayed his words in his head, "N-no! W-wait! That came out wrong! I'm sorry!" his arms flailed around frantically, a blush covering his face that was poorly hidden by his mask.

And suddenly, Marinette started laughing, hard.

"You silly cat!" she rested her hand on his shoulder, her giggles still ringing in his ears that sounded like an angel's laughter, "Don't worry Chat Noir, I know you wouldn't say something like that," she smiled at him reassuringly, her eyes were filled with so much trust in him, he seriously wondered how they could grow this close in the span of months.

Well, almost a full year since his routine visits to her anyway.

And each time, he felt that magnetic pull, only this time it was just a bit stronger and he found himself unable to break her gaze.

"Marinette!"

"Cha-"

"Marinette! Care to let your old man beat you in-" Tom looked around the room, noticing his daughter's absence, "Marinette?" he looked behind the door but found nothing, "Hmm… maybe she's in the bathroom," quietly, Tom closed the door behind him.

"…Chat…why did you hide me from my own dad?!" Marinette whisper-shouted to her partner-in-crime, pressed up against him in the tight confines of her closet, "…And I thought you said you hated small places!" her hands were resting on his chest and he prayed she couldn't feel his racing heart.

"W-well, ah, I uh…I-I panicked okay?!" he grumbled in displeasure, before an idea hit him, "And besides," his Chat bravado returned full force, gone was the shy, sweet Adrien, "If it means going into tight places with you, I think I don't mind them too much," he grinned widely from ear to ear and Marinette was glad she couldn't see the stupid grin she was sure he was sporting.

She sighed, shaking her head slowly, "What am I going to do with you kitty…"

"I can think of a few things,"

Marinette glared at him in the dark, completely oblivious to the fact that he could see perfectly fine and see the blush on her cheeks from his close proximity, "Well, I think we should get out of the closet before you faint on me," she smirked cheekily, and Chat chuckled.

"Ah, but I know you'll be there to catch me if I fall," his remark was meant to be half-teasing, but she surprised him by saying this.

"Of course," he looked down at her seriously, surprised and touched by her serious answer and before his hand could make contact with her cheek to pull her closer, they suddenly fell backwards.

"Ouch!" "Meowch!"

Marinette glared at the half-sprawled cat on top of her, noticing since he had started gaining a bit more muscle his weight had started gaining too, "…Chat…you're heavy,"

He huffed, blowing out a strand of hair away from his eyes, "You wound me, princess…"

"Chat…" and they both laughed.

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