Adrien stood by your desk, fidgeting with the strap of his bag.

He hadn’t planned this. Not really. But he couldn’t keep waiting for the perfect moment. Because with you, every moment felt like it could’ve been perfect… if he just had the courage.

—“Hey,” he said, voice a little shaky. “I was wondering if you, maybe… wanted to go out with me? This weekend?”

You looked up slowly, eyes soft. And then, almost like it physically hurt to say it, you shook your head.

—“I can’t,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “I’m… seeing someone.”

Adrien’s heart dropped.

And then you added, quieter still:

—“I’m seeing Chat Noir.”

Silence.

Adrien blinked, stunned. A dozen thoughts tried to fight their way to the front of his mind, but all that made it out was a soft, almost breathless: “Oh.”

You glanced away, clearly uncomfortable.

—“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on or anything.”

—“No, it’s fine,” he said quickly, hands raised in surrender. “Really. I get it.”

But inside? He was spiraling.

You were turning down Adrien Agreste… to stay loyal to Chat Noir.

Which meant—you were turning him down… for himself.

And suddenly, after the sting faded, he couldn’t help it.

He laughed.

Quiet. A little breathy. Not mocking—more like disbelief tinged with affection.

You blinked, confused.

—“What’s funny?”

Adrien just shook his head, smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

—“Nothing. Just… weird day, that’s all.”

You watched him go, head tilted.

And he walked away feeling something warm and ridiculous bubbling in his chest.

That night, you were sitting on the rooftop, legs dangling over the edge, watching the lights of Paris blur under the night sky.

You hadn’t told anyone about Adrien’s invitation. It felt… complicated.

Too complicated.

But then—

The soft sound of boots on tile. A familiar voice behind you.

—“Fancy meeting you here, mon cœur.”

You turned, heart skipping.

There he was.

Chat Noir.

Black suit glinting under the moonlight, arms crossed, grin a little smug—but his eyes, as always, were gentle.

—“I heard someone turned down a certain model today,” he teased, sauntering closer. “Any reason I should be jealous?”