It was after his photo shoot, at 7:00am, Chat Noir leapt over the rooftops in search of one thing. Marinette.

His bright idea was to talk with Marinette as Chat, soften her thoughts on Adrien, and then approach her as Adrien the next day. He had to admit, the photoshoot had been painful. His mind kept coming back to his conversation with Marinette. The tears he could not bare to see, and, her. But as he approached her bedroom he realised making himself look better would be hard. He stared through the window, and felt guilt once again creep back. Marinette was lying on her bed, her face in pillow, crying. Any normal person would have left. Any normal person would have stayed away. But not Chat.

Knock, Knock. Knock.

Marinette looked up towards the window Chat was looking through. Chat could tell he had shocked her.

"Chat Noir?" She gaped.

"Hello, princess!" He cried as she opened the window, beckoning him inside.

"What, what, are you doing here?" She said, and he got a good, clear look at her face. Her hair was ruffled, eyes blood shot, dress crinkled. He stressed at the thought that he had done that. "Chat?" He was snapped back to reality.

"I said, what are you doing here?"

Chat panicked. "Uh, I, was on patrol," Chat said, as he watched Marinette giggle at his sudden un- confidence. Her laugh, it was enchanting. Returning to his normal state he said "Can't a chat see his pur-tty girl once and a while?" She giggled even more, a light blush now on her cheeks. But then Chat's eyes returned to her messy state.

"Princess, may I ask, are you okay?" He said slowly, trying not to rush in on the topic, because he knew what was coming. Adrien.

Her shoulders dropped. "Nothing, Chat."

"Princess?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please!?"

"No!"

Chat stopped. He had rushed to the topic.

Marinette sighed. "Sorry Chat."

He gave her a soft smile. "It's fine," It would be okay to push her towards the topic, right? So he said, "May ask, are you having, 'boy problems?'"

She looked surprised. "Y-yes."

"May I, hear about these 'boy problems?'"

He watched Marinette breath slowly. "Okay."

Chat tensed. Here it was.

"...I've always had a huge crush on this guy, and today, I, asked him out...

Could he do this?

"...But it turns out he only thinks of me as a friend..."

Oh, gosh.

"...And my heart broke...because...I don't just see him as a friend."

Guilt was making him feel dizzy.

"...It's like you love Ladybug..."

Adrien, Chat, couldn't do this!

"...l thought he was, the one."

Damn. The dizziness left and he felt the sudden urge to comfort her. "He is the one!" Chat cried, "I bet you he is kind, and handsome, and pur-fect."

She looked stunned. Brushing off his terrible pun she said, "Well, he is. But he probably likes a girl named Chloe in our grade."

"As if!" Chat smiled. " Anyway, who could resist you?" Marinette blushed even more. Chat laughed faintly. His eyes wandered to cheeks, the redness overwhelming, but you could see her array of freckles, just underneath her bluebell eyes. And those lips, they looked, so soft... Marinette was so beautiful. Chat stared. And then, without warning, leaned towards her. He let their lips brush, and Marinette blushed harder as their kiss deepened. Thoughts ran through his head.

'What about ladybug?!'

'You said earlier you loved her!'

'Think!"

But Chat didn't care. He felt alive - he had never felt so alive. Not even with his lady. But he couldn't do this. Not, tonight. Chat broke away, and grinned. Marinette looked flustered. He liked that. They sat in silence for a while. There was a sound next to Chat, so he turned his head to see Marinette yawning. Walking over to her, he picked her up, and kissed her forehead.

"I must bid you adeu, princess." He said softly.

"G-g-goodbye C-chat." She said as he placed her on her bed.

And then, Chat leapt out the window into the night.