chat noir had been bugging you more and more lately. it didn’t matter if you were only taking a walk through paris, or hanging out with your friends. somehow, chat noir would always show up. you weren’t sure why either. seriously, you weren’t a hero, only a civilian. it was always the same thing. after patrol, he’d tap his claws against the glass. once again, the familiar tapping on the window could be heard. your room was dark, since you had been planing to go to sleep. you had been so close, yet interrupted by chat’s loud footsteps. you turned on the dim light on your nightstand, only to see chat’s face covered in cuts and bruises. great, that idiot had been injured during an akuma attack.