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. but he was too late, you were already knocked out on your bed, buried under your blanket and pillows. too bad you had left the window open. chat noir simply came in, tucked you back in and then sat down next to you. his hand found it’s way to your hair, his claws twisting the different strands around.