I use Google Translate, so I apologize for any errors.
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I don't own Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir
Marinette was sitting at her desk, reading a textbook on her "favorite" subject, physics. Sometimes she typed on the keyboard to find some material online, but in general, she tried to be as quiet as possible.
The fact was that due to a series of random circumstances, her partner ended up in her room on the very day when he had a "sharp senses". Right now, he was lying on her chaise longue, wrapped in a pink blanket. From where she was standing, all she could see were its ears, which were flattened against its head, and the tip of its tail, which sometimes shifted slightly.
To be honest, the girl wanted to talk about something, because the silence was becoming unpleasant for her. Yes, she remembered that Chat wanted silence, but she needed a little dialogue, even the briefest and most meaningless.
"You're worried," her partner whispered from his seat; if she hadn't been listening, she wouldn't have heard him.
"How do you know that?" Marinette was surprised; she was sure she hadn't given it away outwardly.
"Your breathing is a little faster", he clarified.
"Wow..." she muttered. "You hear it all the time in -" she almost added "during this period," but only Lady Bug knew that it was a monthly problem, not an isolated incident like he'd told Marinette.
"It's hard to answer," the guy admitted. – It's like an incoming and outgoing phenomenon. It also helped that I focused on you.
"Focused on me?" the girl asked, intrigued and slightly displeased by this admission.
"That's weird, isn't it?" he asked, muffling his voice under the blanket. "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, Princess."
"You just surprised me," Marinette said, not wanting to push him away. – Is there anything else you can say thanks to your heightened senses?" – she asked, grateful that the conversation had finally begun.
"Well... I like the way your hair smells," Chat said, catching her off guard. – And before you ask, I know you took a shower about half an hour ago. Or washed her hair, I'm not sure. You smell like flowers anyway, but I can't figure out what they are. Now some smells smell the same to me.
The girl blushed and didn't know what to say. What they say to someone who knows you've been in the bath recently. In short, it was awkward.
"You're worried again," her partner repeated. "Relax. I could tease you about something, but not today.
"Would you like something to eat?" Marinette suggested, deciding to drop the subject. "Or aren't you hungry?"
"I'm not hungry, but I don't mind eating something," he said.
"Okay," she said, rising from her chair. – Any suggestions?
"Um... can I have some milk?" Chaton asked.
"Yes, of course," the girl chuckled slightly, opening the hatch and climbing down.
Ten or fifteen minutes later, she returned to her room with a tray. There were chocolate and strawberry croissants, small apple and passion fruit muffins, apple juice for her, and milk for him.
- Chat? – she said, closing the trapdoor behind her and setting the tray on the table.
Instead of answering, her partner pulled the blanket away from his face so that his green eyes with slightly dilated pupils were revealed. His ears were now pointed in her direction.
"I brought a snack and your milk," the girl clarified.
When he didn't answer, she moved her small table over to the chaise longue and placed the tray there. Then she rolled up her chair and sat down on her own.
Marinette picked up a chocolate croissant and started eating, thinking that the guy would join in. In less than minute, he turned on the chaise longue and crawled over to the table, still wrapped in the blanket, but now his entire head was visible, as well as his arms up to the elbow. He picked up a passion fruit muffin, but before he could take a bite, he spoke.
"Thank you," her partner whispered, then began to eat.
The girl simply nodded, and the room fell silent. It was a little awkward, as they usually talked a lot. Marinette sipped half of her drink.
"Delicious?" She asked and received a nod of her head.
"I'm sorry if I'm not being as gallant and respectful as usual," he apologized after a few minutes. – But as compensation, we can talk as soon as we finish eating."
"Don't worry about it, Chaton," Marinette clarified. – You told me right away that your senses were particularly sharp today, which hinted that there would be less communication. Don't apologize, I understand and I'm ready to help in any way I can.
"Thank you, Princess," the boy said, giving her a gentle look.
"Y-yes! Of course!" she squeaked, blushing.
"It's just a Chat!" the girl thought. "We don't need drama right now!"
After a while, all the pastries were gone, and her partner was leaning back on the chaise longue with a glass of milk. He closed his eyes and began to drink the milk, but only a little in a strange way, namely, he pulled out his tongue and then drank.
"Almost like a kitten… Wait! He is a kitten!" - grinned Marinette.
The Chaton was drinking rather slowly, apparently prolonging the pleasure, so she couldn't resist pulling out her phone to take a picture of it. She aimed the camera, took a couple of photos, and even recorded a short video, stifling a giggle when the guy got a milky mustache.
"I want a copy for myself later," Chaton said suddenly, startling her.
"I thought you didn't see it," the girl said, putting down her smartphone.
"Not seeing and not paying attention are two different things, Princess," he purred, taking a sip of milk. "Otherwise, what kind of predator would I be?"
"Hah! A predator?" she laughed. "Kitten, no offense, but are you a predator? Ha-ha-ha!" her eyes watered with laughter.
Marinette covered her face with her hands, still giggling as she waited for the boy to respond.
However, she froze when she heard a growl. She lifted her hands from her face and slowly turned to the chaise longue.
She froze the second time she saw her partner. Chat stared intensely at her with his slitted eyes, where there was a sharp contrast of green and black. His ears were pointed in her direction. The growl gradually grew louder, and his mouth parted to reveal fangs that looked so sharp that she wondered how he hadn't cut himself with them.
Marinette could hear her heart pounding rapidly as the staring continued and the growling continued. She noticed that her partner's body began to shift under the blanket, and his height decreased slightly, as if he was crouching down. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, but right now, she was definitely feeling scared. Out of the corner of her mind, she knew he wasn't going to hurt her, but still.
A second later, the Chat jerked sharply in her direction, and Marinette screamed and rolled away from him as far as she could, squeezing her eyes shut.
She gripped the arms of her chair as she heard a growl in front of her. A second later, it was gone, and she was about to open her eyes, but a second later, she felt a warm breath against her ear.
"Meow, Princess," Marinette heard her whisper, and without thinking for a long time, she was about to get down from the chair, but a hand stopped her.
After a couple of seconds, a soft voice was heard nearby, which gradually calmed her down. After a few minutes, my heart returned to normal, and my breathing calmed down.
The girl opened her eyes and saw the face of her partner. A moment later, she pushed him away from her, and the purring disappeared.
"Chaton!" she called out, not hiding the anger in her voice. – What the hell?"
"Don't yell like that, Marie," the guy said, returning to the chaise longue, but no longer covering himself with the blanket. – You started it all!"
"Me?" she protested.
"Well, you told me I wasn't a predator," he reminded her. – And I proved you wrong. – And you can't tell me that it isn't."
"I want to rip your tail off right now," Marinette admitted, then sighed. "But... well, I admit I was wrong. You can be a predator whenever you want.
"That's good," Chat nodded, then picked up the glass he'd left behind and drank the rest of the milk in one gulp.
After that, the girl offered to play Ultimate Mecha Strike III.
That evening, after Chaton had left and she'd completed her homework, Marinette added another item to her list.
9) Cats are predators
"I never would have thought," she chuckled, closing her diary and going downstairs for dinner.