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Marinette found herself unconsciously attached to stray cats after she became Ladybug. She wagered that it was her friendship with Cat Noir that prompted such behaviour from the hero, and when she was a civilian, Marinette had gotten into the habit of leaving bowls of milk or water outside the bakery so that the strays had something to drink. She couldn’t have possibly anticipated that the biggest stray of all trying to claw his way through her trap door at three in the morning.
In the early hours of the morning, he clawed at her trap door like the cat he almost was. Bleary and tired, Marinette left the safety of her bed knowing that something was amiss. She fumbled with the locks in the dark, but eventually managed to open it to reveal Cat Noir in the same suit he’d worn going into battle earlier that day. He lit up when he saw her, and she wasn’t even halfway up the ladder when she was immediately pulled up into a hug. The autumn air was cool and tickled the back of her neck. With her hair down, the wind pushed strands forwards as if trying to tangle them in the mess of blonde hair that was Cat Noir. The hero sighed her name into her shoulder and she tried to hug him back as delicately as possible. Something was clearly wrong.