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Marinette sat cross-legged on her bed, scrolling through her texts with a stupid smile on her face.
Adrien: Made it home. Miss you already.
Marinette: Miss you too
She fell back into her pillows, sighing happily. Dating him felt like a dream. A soft, warm, confusing dream where every second she questioned whether he actually liked her or if she was imagining everything. Down below, something clinked on her balcony.
Marinette sat upright instantly.
Only one person arrived unannounced at night. She opened the trapdoor.
Chat Noir stood on her balcony railing like he was posing for a magazine cover.
“Bonsoir, Princess.” He winked.
Marinette groaned.
“Chat Noir, I JUST changed into pajamas. Why are you here?!”
“Couldn’t sleep,” he said, stepping into her room. “Thought I’d check on my favorite civilian.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“You have… multiple civilians?”
He grinned.
“Naturally. But you’re my favorite. Don’t tell the others.”
She rolled her eyes but made room on the chaise.
Chat flopped down dramatically, head landing in her lap without warning.
“Chat!” she yelped. “Personal space!”
“I’ve heard of it,” he said, looking up at her with a smirk. “Never used it.”
She pushed at his shoulder. He pretended he couldn’t be moved. Then he peeked at her phone.
“Oho. Who were you texting? Someone special?”
Marinette stiffened.
“No one.”
He gasped. “You didn’t move your phone away fast enough for it to be ‘no one.’ Spill.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No, Chat.”
“Yes, Marinette.”
She groaned, face heating.
“It was my boyfriend "
Chat’s ears perked.
“The Model Boy?"
Marinette played with her sleeve, suddenly shy.
"Yeah what's wrong with tha- wait how did you know"
Chat blinked.
"Oh- oh you know he's a model and all its all over the streets everyone knows that you are dating that Adrien guy"
You thought about it, he was right, people did know- perks of dating a super model i guess. "You're right , I guess"
Then he smiled.
"So ...how is it going"
"What"
"You know, your and model boys’ relationship"
"It's.. honestly amazing. I've liked him ever since I met him it's so unbelievable, that I'm finally with him"
Chat Noir/ Adrien blushes at your words and the clears his voice.
“Princess… it wasn’t that long ago when we were riding high in the moonlight, was it?”
Her cheeks warmed instantly, not because it was some huge love confession, but because… he wasn’t wrong.
There had been something. Unspoken.
Like the spark when fingertips accidentally brush.
The kind that isn’t enough to call love, but enough to remember at 2 a.m.
She looked away, fiddling with the hem of her pajama shorts
“That was- we were just…” Her voice trailed off because she didn’t even know what they were.
Chat watched her with a softness that didn’t match his usual swagger.
“Just what?” Chat looked at her, Adrien was having the time of his life tease Marinette like this.
Marinette chewed her lip.
“Just…” she admitted finally. Her chest felt tight.
“But it wasn’t anything serious, Chat. You know that. I don’t want things between us to be awkward, you know im dating someone and-”
“I know,” he said. “I’m not trying to rewrite history.” He sat up straighter, no dramatics this time, just him.
“But we had a moment or two. Tiny ones.” His voice dipped. “The kind that stick.”
Marinette’s pulse jumped. And annoyingly she couldn’t deny it. There had been that night where they laughed on the rooftop for hours, the wind tangling her hair while he tried not to stare too long. That day he saved her and held her a little too tight before pulling away like it never happened.
Just little things.
Small memories.
Nothing she ever thought mattered.
But Chat’s eyes told a different story. They mattered to him.
“Chat…” she started, unsure.
He raised his hands playfully in surrender, smile back but softer. “Relax. I’m not saying you owe me anything. You’re with Model Boy, and I’m not trying to snatch you from him like some rooftop Romeo.”
She snorted despite herself. He leaned back on his hands, gaze drifting toward the Eiffel Tower.
“I just… remember those moments,” he said simply.
“And I guess a part of me will always be curious about the version of us that almost happened.” Marinette’s heartbeat stuttered.
Not from romantic panic. From honesty. He was just… acknowledging something real that existed before Adrien stepped in and took the space that Chat never quite reached for.
“I liked those moments too” she said quietly.
Chat looked at her, really looked and his smile turned gentle, something warm flickering behind the green.
“Then we’re even.” He tapped her knee lightly as he stood.
“And don’t worry. I’m not here to complicate things. You’re happy. That’s what matters.” Adrien says trying his best not to laugh at your flustered face.
He walked toward the balcony. But before he left, he glanced back at her with a little half-smile.
"Just know it wasn't "nothing" for me " Chat Noir says trying to get a last reaction out of Marinette.
She hesitated… then smiled softly.
“It… meant something to me too. Whatever that little… thing was.”
Chat froze.
Completely.
For a split second, his confident cracked, eyes wide, breath caught pure, stunned emotion flashing through him.
Then he swallowed and forced a smirk. “Goodnight, Princess” he said