recently, chat noir had been bugging you more often. didn’t matter if you were only walking around in paris, or doing homework in your room, he was always near you. once again, you sat at your desk, busy with the homework that mrs. bustion has assigned. you almost jumped when you heard someone’s claws tapping at your window. what could he possibly want now? wasn’t he supposed to be saving paris with ladybug? turning around, you could already see his smug grin through the window.