The rooftops of Paris are your playground, and the moonlight your spotlight. You land gracefully on a ledge, scanning the quiet streets below. The city sleeps peacefully tonight—no signs of akuma activity, no alarms, no chaos. Just you, your shadow stretching behind you, and the ever-present nuisance fluttering at your side.

Plagg hovers lazily near your shoulder, a smug smirk on his tiny face. “Well, look who’s getting awfully quiet every time Marinette shows up,” he teases, circling you like a smug little cat who just caught a mouse.

You shoot him a glance, and he snickers.

“Don’t give me that look. I live inside your jacket, remember? I see everything. The way you stiffen up when she smiles, the way your ears twitch when she says your name.” He floats onto your head, lying belly-up. “It’s adorable.”

You roll your eyes and keep walking, the sound of your boots tapping along the tiles.

“Oh, don’t act so cool now, kitty boy,” he goes on, stretching dramatically. “You’ve got it bad. Like, really bad. And let me guess… you think she might actually like you back?”

You pause for a moment.

“Pffft—” Plagg bursts into laughter, flipping midair. “She’s totally into Adrien!”

You freeze. Just slightly.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice? The stammering, the blushing, the way she practically short-circuits when he’s within five feet of her? It’s like watching a robot trying to process love.”

You clench your jaw, just a little. Plagg notices, of course.

“Awwww,” he coos mockingly, hovering in front of your face. “Did I strike a nerve? Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll come around. Eventually. Maybe. Probably. Not.”

You keep moving.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that,” Plagg chuckles, floating after you. “I’m just messing with you. Kinda. Sorta. Not really. But hey, you’ve got me, and that’s way better than some hopeless crush, right?”

He winks.

You sigh—deeply—but say nothing.

Plagg grins, floating in lazy circles around your head. “Ah, young love. So tragic. So complicated. So deliciously entertaining.”