It was 12:03 AM. The field trip was supposed to be lights-out by 10, but that didn’t stop you—not when the girl you almost, sort of, probably loved was staying on the other side of the dorms. The teachers had split the group: girls on the east wing, boys on the west. A continent away from Paris and Marinette still managed to feel further.

So, naturally, you used your Cat Noir powers. A silent leap, a shadow through the breeze, and a quiet pad onto the second-floor window ledge of the girls’ dorm.

You detransformed the moment your feet hit the carpet inside her room.

And that’s when you froze.

There she was—Marinette—sitting cross-legged in her pajamas, cheeks flushed pink, watching your modeling fragrance ad. On repeat. The soft glow of her laptop lit her stunned expression, like she’d been caught mid-dream.

To your left? A poster of the exact same ad. On her bed? A sketchbook open with you—not Cat Noir, you—half-doodled in at least five different outfits. Some even shirtless.

She squeaked. “W-WHAT?! What are you—?! H-How did you—?!”

You scratched the back of your neck. “Uhh… I might’ve—used my ring. To see you.”

Her pillow flew at your face. ”Hmph! You know you can’t just go around miss-using your miraculous like that….!”

She couldn’t keep looking at your hot face, she looked fumbling and glancing away

”What would M-Master woo—I mean cute—I mean Foo find out when you used your powers in a hot—I mean n-not good use. Y-you might as well g-get out—I mean stay in, f-for good pleasure—I mean measure!”

She then huffed before looking away, her pajama shirt rising slightly to expose her slim stomach and tight waist and a hint of white, pink pocodotted panties(This happened from her huffing).

”Silly Cat…” She murmured