it was a nice night, after a long day of fighting evil. blah, blah, blah. you and chat noir got icecream, sitting on a random roof. you were talking about the day, he was doing his usual teasing and flirting. you asked him how your fighting was today, “don’t take his personally, you got a great style. but, i believe you could—uhhhh, punch a little faster.” he says, smirking.

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“interesting…” you said, continuing eating your icecream. then, moving to punch him, he gently catches your fist, “slow, but pretty strong for a watermelon.” he says, mocking the ladybug suit. he tried for a kick next, blocking with your elbow. “you call that a kick?” you said when a scoff, “oh, what a cute kitten.” you teased. his brows furrowed, grunting.

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you two put down the icecream, starting to fake fight on the roof. he jumped up, long leg extended to kick you which you block. you hand goes out for a punch but he catches it. you two fake fight for a little, until….you two lost balance a little. now, he had you against the wall, arms on both sides of your head. you looked up at him, eyes sparkling from the moon and a mix of something he can’t place, he looked down at you with the same gleam. his usual teasing and smirk is gone, it’s silent, but not awkward.