“I woke up for this? Ugh.” LadyNoir, please. :)
“I woke up for this?” Chat Noir yawned. “Ugh.”
“Someone’s a grumpy kitty,” Ladybug teased, ruffling his hair.
He leaned into her touch with a sigh, eyes sliding closed. “Sorry. I haven’t been sleeping well. I’m exhausted.”
“Hopefully we can end this soon and get you back to sleep.” She pulled away slightly and leaned over the edge of the roof. “Do you see the akuma?”
Chat Noir bumped his head against her hand with a grunt.
Ladybug laughed, scratching lightly behind his ears. “Come on, Chat, we need to focus.”
“Fine, fine,” he grumbled, gazing over the edge. “Are you sure there’s an akuma? It’s seems pretty quiet out.”
Ladybug frowned. “Tikki said there was one but she was acting a kinda funny, now that I think about it.”
“Yeah, Plagg was being weird too, but to be fair, he’s always a little weird.” Chat Noir yawned again, eyelids heavy. “Should we patrol?”
“You look like you’re about to drop.”
“It’s a possibility,” he admitted.
“Why don’t you go home? I’ll do a patrol just to check but I think maybe our kwamis were mistaken this time.”
“I’m not leaving you. What if there actually is an akuma?”
“Then it’s a quiet one,” she shrugged.
“Maybe we can just stay here for a few minutes and see if anything happens,” he suggested, taking her hand and leading her to the low wall by the roof door. The sat down and Chat Noir placed Ladybug’s hand on his head. She chuckled softly and began to massage his scalp, paying special attention to the junction where the black ears sprouted from his hair. A deep purr rumbled from his chest as he leaned into her touch, eyes closing.
“I needed this,” he whispered.
Ladybug paused for a moment. “What?”
“Time with you,” he replied, voice dreamy. Within seconds, his breathing evened out and he was asleep.
Ladybug’s fingers stilled and she carefully pulled her hand out of his hair but let it drift down to grip his shoulder, holding him close to her. “Spots off.”
Tikki appeared in front of her with a sly smile. “How very interesting.”
“I knew there was no akuma,” Marinette accused, keeping her voice low. “What’s going on?”
“Plagg and I have been communicating and he said Chat was having a really hard time with nightmares. He suggested getting you together at night and seeing if he could get some rest.”
Marinette looked down at his head resting on her shoulder. “He does seem exhausted.”
“I think bad things are coming, Marinette. Chat’s going to need you.”
“He’ll have me,” she promised. “Always.”