(Chat Noir and his self sacrificial tendencies mm… Also, I rewatched the movie. They literally almost killed him - 3 times. Disclaimer; They don’t know each other’s identities, but Chat visits Marinette regularly, especially at night.)

Marinette hated not joining patrol. It’s not really something she could help this time, after all, she had a ridiculous amount of homework to catch up on. The akumas had been particularly rough and constant, leaving her dead tired. Obviously, she knew Chat had to be exhausted as well, but he had volunteered tonight, at least. She promised to make it up to him.

Sighing, she rubbed at her eyes. Tikki was at least attempting to help, not that kwamis knew anything about algebra with statistics. It was almost amusing watching her try, though. Yawning with a stretch, she almost called it a night. Almost.

Then she heard a crash from the balcony. Nearly jumping out of her skin, she hurried Tikki to hide as she peaked out the skylight, holding a heavy book. She did not, however, expect to find her partner laying sprawled across her balcony, his gloved hand cradling at the side of his suit. The previous exhaustion faded as her heart dropped. “Chaton!”