"You know," he purrs through razor-sharp teeth. "Most people tend to be more appreciative after I save them."

He's looking at her with sharp eyes, piercing green watching her every move. It's like he's trying to make her laugh. She would, though not for his reasons. But his body being so close to hers is making her skin crawl and, quite frankly, she'd rather smack him.

"Don't tell me you're a Ladybug fan." The corners of his lips try to curve into a smile, but it's too sharp, too cocky.

Honestly, she's not impressed. If it had been her suited up, she'd have done it more efficiently, used her yo-yo to get rid of the obstacles, smiled sincerely at the citizen and asked them if they were okay. Whether they were a Ladybug fan or not.

Her blood boils at the feel of his hand petting her head. Who the hell does he think he is?!

Well, she isn't going to let this condescending asshole get away with it.

"I could've easily taken care of myself, thank you very much," she says with a little more bite than she had meant to. Quickly, she yanks away from his hand, smoothing her hair out all the while. She's glaring before she can stop herself and she knows she's coming off too strong with her dislike, but she can't help it. This cat drives her crazy!

His hand is still hovering in the air before he realizes what happened. It flops to his side and he takes a step back.

"Meow-ch."

She rolls her eyes.

He straightens as he says, "I'm sure you can take care of yourself just fine, but I don't think this was something you can just walk away from."

Scoffing, she crosses her arms and cocks a hip. "Excuse you, but I could have easily dodged that falling building."

She's sure she's offended him in the way his eyebrows are stretching the mask. "Listen, I do this on a daily basis–"

"And you have experience with saving lives, blah, blah, blah." Turning on her heel, she starts walking away from the whole thing. If there was still an akuma victim raging about, she had to transform soon. There was no point in bickering with him out of costume.

"Thank you very much, now have a nice day," she calls over her shoulder. Better to play nice and just get rid of him she decides.

He catches up with her all too soon, keeping pace with her.

Why can't he just leave her alone?

"In case you haven't noticed, Princess," he says the nickname with so much exasperation she actually smirks. "Most people can't survive being crushed by several tons of concrete."

"And now I'm acknowledging that and thanking you for saving my life or whatever. So, goodbye." Turning to him, she gives him a quick sarcastic wave, wiggling her fingers for extra sass.

The sound he makes almost gets her to crack a smile, but she manages to stay stone-faced.

"Okay, I get. You're a Ladybug fan, and that's fine. It's your opinion. You don't like me. That's fine too. But what isn't fine is you thinking you're indestructible!"

His outburst makes her pause.

What game was he playing? Since when had he ever cared whether or not someone got hurt? She knows he has fans, knows that people like him, but she had always assumed it was for his looks. He was a blond with muscles in a tight, leather suit. It was only obvious he'd have fangirls.

But when she's Ladybug, he kicks her without a second thought, uses his cataclysm against her without hesitation. It was weird to hear him being so…concerned. He had to be acting. He had to be.

"You might've gotten used to this whole thing, but that doesn't mean–"

"I'm not stupid," she scoffs.

He stops, face scrunching up, annoyed. "And I'm not saying that–"

Oh sure he wasn't. "Then what are you trying to say?"

"That you have to be careful! It's dangerous and you don't have a suit that'll protect you. Leave the whole saving lives thing to superheroes. And I know Ladybug would tell you the same thing."

She presses her lips together.

This is…weird.

Uncomfortable, she'd even say.

He sighs. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. And I'm sorry if I jerked you around at all earlier, but you–you have to be careful okay?"

She can't help but watch him, look at the way his body seems to droop with defeat. His ears are pressed flat against his head, his tail curling in. How can he seem so genuine?

She turns to him fully, arms at her side. Hesitantly, she reaches out to him, but quickly rethinks it and brings her hand back down. "Okay, I get it. I'll try and be less rash. I'll be careful."

He seems satisfied with her answer. "Alr–"

A street light crashes into the road and Chat Noir is in the air before she can even blink.

How had she manage to completely forget about the akuma?!

Quickly, she ducks for an alleyway, hoping she can make it in time to catch up with the chase.


this is kinda old (like from december or january or something) and i only touched it up a little, but whatever askjdhalksjh