a/n: Sorry, this is a day late. I was having an... off day, so everything I wrote felt awful. But I think I'm happy with this, even though it's cheesy. I'll try to have day 5 up later tonight. Thank you for reading!

Lovesquare Fluff Week Day 4: Watching sunset. / LadyNoir

"It's really pretty, don't you think?"

Chat blinked, hazy eyes settling on the sun that was slowly sinking into the horizon. Ladybug's gaze was trained on it, and her expression was soft. Like she was staring at a photograph that captured some of her fondest memories.

"Yeah," he said, nodding. "Sure is."

She leaned back, steadying most of her weight on her hands, watching the colors of the sky blend beautifully. Her hair swayed a little under the caress of the crisp mid-November breeze, and he was close enough to see the goosebumps that pebbled the skin on the back of her neck.

Chat froze.

Goosebumps.

Abruptly, he turned to face her, eyes widening with concern. "Ladybug, are you cold?"

The smile on her face twitched and faltered, but she played it off with a shrug. "A little, yeah. But it's alright. We'll leave after sunset, right?"

He nodded slowly, but he still didn't like the idea of her being cold. She always got cold easy, for whatever reason, and it didn't help that winter was approaching rapidly. Once the sun was below the horizon, it would no-doubt become even colder.

"Um... if you're ok with it," he started hesitantly, looking at her shyly, "you could come closer to me?"

She smirked at him. "Are you suggesting we cuddle?"

"N-no!" His eyes widened even further, feeling mortified. "I—I mean, if you want to, that's fine! But that's... that's not what I meant! I just meant... I'm naturally warmer than you, you know? So I thought..." His face was so pink he was going to die of shame. "Ugh. Never mind. I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to make a move on you, I promise."

Her expression softened. She reached forward to flick his bell. "I was teasing, kitty. I know you had good intentions. I don't mind."

He straightened. "What? Really?"

"I trust you," she murmured without hesitation, before scooting closer to him. "You know that, right?"

He blinked and blinked again. Then his shock melted into something fonder. Lighter. "Right. I trust you, too."

Her smile expanded just a fraction, and then she was leaning into him. Even through the magic suit, she seemed cold. If she was in civilian form, without the protection of her kwami's magic, he wondered if she'd be freezing.

"Oh my gosh," Ladybug said, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. "You are warm."

"Told you," he whispered, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He could smell the faint traces of her shampoo, and... and was that, bread? She smelled like freshly-baked bread.

"Hey, wait," she said, pulling away suddenly. "This... this is alright, isn't it? Am I too close?"

"Not at all," he quipped. "I offered, remember?"

"Just making sure," Ladybug told him, lips twitching again. "It's not fair for people to hang on others without their permission. I respect your boundaries."

"Really, My Lady, I don't mind at all," he reassured her. Because she wasn't like the other females in his life—not like his fans, or Lila, or even Chloé. She wasn't hanging on him because she liked his celebrity status. She wasn't hanging on him, period. She was just leaning on him because she trusted him, soaking up his warmth, and he was ok with that.

"Besides," he murmured, "I don't like seeing you cold."

"You're sweet, Chat. Thank you."

She curled up one of her hands and brought it to her chest, knees folding up. Then she leaned on him again, and it took a lot of will power not to purr in this moment out of utter contentment.

"Can... can I see your hand?"

"Sure."

He took it tenderly like it was the most precious thing he could ever hold. Then he hissed, "Really, Ladybug, you're freezing."

A sheepish chuckle. "Ok, ok. Yeah, it's really cold. You caught me red-handed."

Something warm and fluttery shot through his body. He sputtered. "D-did you just make a pun, My Lady?"

There was a teasing glint in her eyes. "Maybe."

You are the most amazing girl I have ever met.

Out loud: "Do... do you want to cut it short? You should head home and warm up."

"I really like the sunset," she murmured. "It reminds me of all things peaceful, you know? It's beautiful. I want to keep Paris safe for this reason. So people can enjoy peaceful moments like this. Sunsets, late afternoon strolls..."

"I know what you mean," he said quietly. "I thought we'd have defeated Hawkmoth by now."

"Me too," she admitted. "But we'll get there. I know we will."

"I know," he echoed. "We're Ladybug and Chat Noir."

She laughed—a musical, lovely sound, drifting between them with the ease of a summer cloud. She pulled her knees closer, and it came to Chat's attention that she was still shivering.

"Hey, Ladybug?" he said. When she looked at him, he asked, "Can... can I try something?"

"Of course."

Timidly, he snaked his arm around her waist and tugged, feeling his heart soar when she started laughing again. She let out of a soft squeal when he pulled her closer still, up to his chest so there was barely a hairsbreadth of space between them. Then his hands were on the back of hers, fingers threading through hers, and she didn't push him away. She just leaned into his body, her arms moving so they were resting on her stomach.

"You're so warm," she repeated with a happy sigh.

His chin rested on her shoulder. "So I've been told."

"How are you this warm?"

He shrugged. "Maybe it's something to do with the miraculous."

"Maybe," she echoed, her gaze weaving back to the setting sun. It was half-gone now.

Chat hummed. Maybe he was the one that was physically warm, but Ladybug's presence was warmer than anyone else he knew. She was like a candle that burned brightly in a dark room. For all that she teased him and rolled her eyes at his puns and antics, she was extremely affectionate. It had been a long time since he received that kind of affection.

Maybe it was selfish, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd been this close to someone and wanted it. He wished this moment could freeze in time, could exist forever, with Ladybug in his arms, watching the gorgeous sun that seemed to be glowing just for them.

It felt... nice.