Marinette lay upside down on her bed, her legs resting over the armrest of her pink chaise as she tapped away on her phone, caught up in an intense game with Alya, Mylène, and Rose. The room was filled with occasional bursts of laughter and playful teasing as they sat around, each engrossed in their screens. The warm glow of fairy lights illuminated the cozy space, casting a soft pink hue over everything.

Just as Marinette was about to claim victory in their game, a sudden tapping noise echoed from her balcony window. She froze, eyes widening as she slowly tipped her head back, only to see a very familiar silhouette standing outside. The glint of moonlight on leather, a mischievous smirk, and piercing green eyes—it was Chat Noir.

The room fell silent for a moment before Alya smirked, her journalist instincts instantly kicking in. "Well, well, well… what do we have here?" she mused, standing up with a knowing glint in her eyes. She wasted no time striding over to the balcony, sliding the window open. "Hey, kitty. Here for Marinette?"

The other girls burst into giggles, while Marinette’s face turned a deep shade of red. "Alya!" she hissed, scrambling to her feet. Without giving Chat a chance to respond, she quickly ushered him back outside, stepping onto the balcony with him and shutting the window behind her. She could still hear the girls giggling inside, but at least they couldn’t hear this conversation. Crossing her arms, she looked up at him with a half-exasperated, half-curious expression. "What are you doing here!?" she asked, flicking the little bell on his collar with a small huff.