You sat on the edge of the rooftop, swinging your legs over the city, the breeze cool against your cheeks.

Chat Noir landed beside you with a familiar thud, his baton clicking shut as he settled next to you with a sigh.

—“Long day?” you asked.

—“Always,” he replied. Then glanced sideways at you. “But it’s better now.”

You smiled.

This had become routine—meeting after patrol, talking about everything and nothing. Somewhere along the way, he’d become your best friend. Your secret space. The version of comfort that didn’t ask for masks to be removed, even though you were both always wearing one.

—“You know…” he started, tone suddenly teasing, “you and Adrien would make a cute couple.”

You blinked.

—“What?”

He shrugged.

—“Just saying. You two have chemistry.”

You laughed.

—“He’s a model. I’m… me.”

—“So?” Chat tilted his head. “You make him laugh. He lights up when you’re around. I’ve seen it.”

You raised an eyebrow.

—“Since when are you such a shipper?”

He smirked, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

—“Since I realized Adrien’s a good guy. Loyal. Kind. And maybe… maybe he deserves someone who sees him the way you do.”

You frowned, sensing something under the words.

—“Where’s this coming from?”

Chat looked out at the horizon, the glow of the Eiffel Tower reflecting in his eyes.

—“Sometimes,” he said, voice quieter, “you care about someone so much, you just want them to be happy… even if it’s not with you.”

You stared at him.

There was something in his voice. Something soft. Raw.

But before you could say anything, he stretched, back to his usual grin.

—“Anyway, you two should totally hang out more. Who knows? Maybe sparks will fly.”