Romeo, Romeo.
There are no words for what he felt. He didn't get his point across, and he didn't tell her his true feelings. So, much like she did, that next valentines, he wrote a poem. It wasn't whimsical or lyrical, it was straight to the point.
He spun his pencil in his finger, thinking diligently as he tried to come up with a way to tell her that he wasn't just some silly kitty.
"Ah, come on. Why not just send her cheese?" Plagg chimes in, and the blond sends him a distasteful gaze, before returning to to his poem.
"No. Especially not your smelly cheese selections." He bit the end of his pen, and tapped his fingers, humming to himself thoughtfully. Then, like a light bulb going off, he thought of it, and as neatly as he could, he wrote down his little poem.
And that next day, on Valentine's Day, Marinette found a note and a card stuck in between her door onto the balcony. She read the note first, it saying, "I've heard from a specific blogger that you've got contacts with Ladybug. Mind if you help a kitty out and give this to her? Purrfect!" Signed CN.
She giggles softly, and opens the little card once inside, it being a cutely picked, (maybe even hand made,) ladybug card, and her face turns red as she finishes reading. She drops the card in surprise, and it flutters to the floor, and in spirally letters, it read, "It is so hard for me to put you into words, because I love you in ways I have never loved anyone else." Signed: Cat Noir.
