It was a cold night, the wind blew with a bit of force over the rooftops. Chat Noir was standing on a rooftop as he looked at the surroundings in the Parisian streets. He didn't celebrate Christmas anymore, so he offered Ladybug that he would go on patrol on Christmas Eve and Christmas day. At first Ladybug disagreed with it, but he convinced her that she should celebrate those days it with her friends and family.

The Night itself was pretty peaceful as laughter of friends and family, who were outside, filled the air. He had been able to move on from the sadness he felt and the jealousy toward others for being able to celebrate it with friends and family. Instead he was able to gain joy from seeing others having fun and enjoying the holidays together. It warmed his heart to see couples walk around while holding hands.

Whenever he saw those couples he would go down and hold his baton that had a mistletoe bond to it above the heads of the couple he saw. He always got the same reaction which was adorable, the couple would blush or laugh awkwardly before they would kiss under the mistletoe. After the kiss he would wish them a merry Christmas before he left again.

He would make kids their days as well, whenever he happen to see one. He would go down from the roofs towards them and talk a bit. He let them tell what they asked Santa for Christmas and what they did so far in the holidays. Afterwards he would give the kids a hug and go on a picture with them before he would leave again.

Of course he helped people at his night too, mostly drunk people though. He would help them get save home, making sure they were alright and put them into bed. He would then leave after he left a small bottle of water, some aspirins and a note in which he wished them a happy Christmas. He carried those things around all night in a bag.

It was nice to be able to do that and interact with the citizens like this. He enjoyed those kind of Christmases.

He was just about to move to another roof when he spotted a black haired girl wobbling on her legs as she walked through the street. She was obviously drunk. Chat Noir walked towards the edge of the rooftop before he extended his baton so he could go down safely. Once he had landed onto the ground he realized that he knew the drunk girl.

"Marinette?" He called out.

The girl look up surprised but her expression softened soon enough. She smiled at him dreamily as she got closer towards him.

"Kitty." she said with a slur in her voice. "Are you here to save me?"
"Save you? Is there something wrong? Is that why you're out here drunk?"

Marinette nodded, only to cause her to lose her balance and fall into Chat Noir's chest.

"I was at the Christmas party of the year… You know the one everyone talks about… I had a few drinks… and then some guy came over to me… He started talking to me… asking to go with him… I said no but he pressed on… So I left right away… I don't know where he is… but I'm glad you're here…"

Chat Noir held her close. It seems like Marinette wouldn't keep a trauma from it, if he judged it by the way she told it. He just wanted to tell he will bring her home when his cat ears picked up the sound of someone trying to slip away. He looked into the direction it came from only to see some guy probably in their mid-twenties trying to sneak away. Without a word he extended his baton, causing the guy to lose his balance and fall face first onto the ground.

"I hope next time you will leave women alone. That they are drunk doesn't mean you should take advantage of them. You understand?" he said as he stood next to the man, Marinette standing close behind him.

The man nodded before he stood up as quick as he could and ran away. Normally Chat Noir wouldn't hurt citizens, but the action this man was trying to do was just as worse as an Akuma attack. He hated these types of guys.

"Let's get you home." Chat Noir said as he turned to Marinette.

Marinette nodded softly this time and let Chat Noir pick her up in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled close into his chest. Once Marinette was adjusted in his arms he extended his baton and made his way over the rooftops towards her house.

Chat Noir had known her for five years now, both as Chat Noir and Adrien. In those five years he had grown fond of her, there was something about the girl that makes him want to protect her. All though he didn't really had a clue why. Maybe because she's one of his friends?

He carefully placed her onto her feet as he landed on her balcony. He opened the trapdoor to her room before he guided her inside. She still was pretty drunk and he didn't want her to get drunk when going down from her balcony to her room. Once they were inside he closed the trapdoor, so the cold air would stay outside. He then helped put off her shoes and jacket and placed it next to her bed. It only now that he realized how scantily dressed she was. The only piece of clothing that covered her body was a dark red mini strapless dress. He looked away hoping she wouldn't see the blush spread over his cheeks.

"Is… Is something wrong?" she asked unsure of herself why Chat Noir acted like that all of a sudden. The slur in her voice still being there.
"No… Nothing is wrong." he said quickly.
"Why… Are you acting like that?"
"Like what?"
"Looking away all of a sudden… do you think this dress doesn't suit me…? Do I look ugly in it…?"

Chat Noir slowly turned his head towards her. How could she think that he doesn't think it suits her just because he looked a way to hide his blush? The dress looked beautiful on her and showed of her curves the best way possible. He knew that it was the alcohol why she was saying things like that, but it worried him a bit though since most likely drunk people speaks the truth.

"You're not ugly… You look beautiful and the dress suits you perfectly." he told her honestly.
"Then why did you look away so quickly… You never did that before… So why did you act like that now…" she said with a crack in her voice.
"I...uh… the dress… It's… a pretty scantily piece of clothing…"

Marinette looked down sadly at her mattress as she pulled her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around her bare legs.

"So… you don't like what you see…" she said as she sniffed while tears began to roll down her cheeks.
"What no… That's not true… It's the opposite! I like it what I see in front of me." he said quickly.

They stayed quiet for a while, Marinette's sniffing being the only sound in the room

"Oh gosh that sounded wrong… I should go." he said before opening the trapdoor to the balcony again.

Just as he was about to leave, Marinette grabbed his tail like her life depended on it.

"Don't go… please." she said as a sob left her throat.

Chat Noir stopped moving and slowly got back inside, taking a seat near her after he closed the trapdoor for the second time that night. He couldn't leave her like that, what was he thinking? She was upset.

"I won't leave… I will stay a while longer so please don't cry." he said, worried her parents would hear her and come check on her.
"I wanted to have some time with you… We used to do that so many times but lately you didn't stop by as often anymore…" she said, still sobbing between her words.

She was right, he used to drop by quite often. They would have some tea with cookies and just talk about anything at her balcony. However due to getting older his schedule got tighter and tighter. Mostly because his father wants him to take over the company and so he had to study more as well as starting working there almost full time. Due to that he had less time to transform, sometimes even patrol was hard to fit into his schedule.

"I'm sorry…" he said softly… "I wish I had more time to drop by…"
"I miss you… I miss you so much… I had hoped you would be there at the party… However that was stupid to think… Why would a hero be at some party anyways…" she paused for a bit before she continued. "I wanted to impress you with my dress. Make you notice me if you happen to be there… But all I got was attention from. Guys I don't even know nor even want to get to know better…"

He stayed quiet as he let her talk, her slur had become a little less but her sobbing made it harder to understand her. He managed to understand her words though, he just needed to concentrate on the words a bit more.

"I'm so ashamed you have to see me so drunk… And had to save me from the trouble I got into… You must think I'm some stupid attention seeker or something…"
"Don't say that… I don't think you're like that. You're a great girl, Marinette. Please don't bring yourself down, you're perfect just the way you are."
"But if you think I'm perfect… Then why… Why don't you notice how I feel…"

Chat Noir looked at her in a bit of confusion. What was it what she felt and he didn't notice?

"I love you… I love you so much and you never noticed… I want to stay with you, get to know you, hug you and kiss you like there is no tomorrow…" her sobs became louder each sentence she spoke out. "I have tried so hard to make you notice me that way… But it hurts so much that you don't notice me… I've tried to move on… But I can't…"
"Marinette… I'm sorry I didn't notice." Chat Noir said as he pulled her into a hug.

She snuggled closer the moment his arms had wrapped around her shivering body. She was so fragile at the moment as she cried her heart out. She kept repeating how much she loved him and how much he meant to her. Chat Noir didn't really know how to react to her drunken confession though. He didn't even know how he felt about her. Yes she meant a lot to her and he wanted to protect her at all costs… But was it love? He didn't knew that. Also he wasn't sure she would even remember the events that happened the moment she wakes up in the morning. Should he pretend it never happened or should he let her know about it in a note for her to read when she's sober?

Marinette calmed down after a while as the tiredness began to kick in. She yawned as her sobs had turned into soft sniffs every now and then.

"You should go to sleep." Chat said after a while as he carefully laid Marinette down on her bed.
"I don't want to just -" she cut herself off with a yawn. "Yet…"
"You can't even keep your eyes open."
"I don't care… I don't want to sleep just yet… I don't want to lose you."
"You won't lose me, princess. I'll be able to drop by tomorrow is that alright?"
"You promise?"
"I'll promise."
"Okay…"

Chat Noir helped her get under the covers and tucked her in. He smiled as he saw that Marinette drifted off to sleep in an instant. He took out a small bottle of water and some aspirin out of the bag he was carrying around all night and placed it on her night stand. He then took his notebook and pen and began to write his note.

'Good Morning, Princess.

I hope you got well rested, it was a tough night for you fill of emotions, so I hope you won't have to deal with a bad hangover because if all the alcohol and dehydration of all the tears you let out. We can talk about it if you want to, I'll drop by tonight.

See you then,

Chat Noir.'

He folded the note and then placed it next to the bottle of water before he left through the trapdoor.