Cat Noir x Reader

Chapter 5: The Hug, Cat Noir's Pov

Cat Noirs Pov

After me and Ladybug defeated the akumatized villain, I still couldn't shake the feeling that Y/n wasn't okay. I detransformed in a close alley way while feeding Plagg. I kept looking around, thinking about what I would do if Y/n got hurt and the miraculous ladybug didn't fix her. "Ugh, you won't get any rest tonight if you keep thinking about her. I'm sure she is fine; the miraculous ladybug always fixes everything." Plagg says while rolling his eyes and still holding his cheese. "If you are really that bothered, just stop by on your way home and check on her," he says while finishing his sentence by popping the slice of cheese into his mouth. "You're right, Plagg! I should go and check on her. Plagg claws out!"

As I approach her trap door, I hear the faintness of her voice, as if she is trying to speak to someone without anyone hearing. I debated whether I should knock or not, I even started to walk away, but there was a certain pull on me telling me to knock, probably Plagg. I walked over to her trap door, and I quietly knocked, hoping she wouldn't hear, and I would have a reason to leave. Just as I was about to turn and leave, I saw her bluebell eyes look right into mine as a smile spreads across her lips. She opens up the latch and I hold my hand out for her to use as leverage. She takes it and when she grabs a hold of my hand my heart flutters. It was probably just leftover nerves from the fight.

"Cat Noir, what are you doing here?" She looked me right in my eyes. I kept looking away for fear that she would see right through my mask and see Adrien looking back. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay, safe. I wanted to make sure the miraculous ladybug fixed everything." I said a bit worried while looking over her body for any signs of injuries. I don't see any. Good. "You look alright." I say, hoping she would tell me she is. "I'm alright, Cat Noir. A sexy little cat in black saved me before anything could happen to me."

Sexy? Little cat? I know Y/n is not one to beat around the bush, but this directness from her caught me off guard. Wait. She called me sexy. She thinks I'm sexy. She flicks my bell, sending shivers down my spine. She calls me sexy and then flicks my bell. And I enjoy it? I can feel the heat rising on my cheeks, I hope she doesn't notice the way she made me feel. I then notice I have yet to say anything. I look at the ground, trying to build up the confidence I always seem to have when I'm Cat Noir "Sssexy you say?" I say quietly while still staring at the floor. Why did I stutter?

"What's the matter, Cat Noir, can't handle it when someone flirts with you instead?" I see a smirk spread across her face while she tries to make me look up. But I can't. If I look into those eyes right now, I'm afraid of what I would feel. Against my better judgment, I decide to look into her eyes. And as I look into them, I begin to wonder why I ever looked away. My stomach is covered in knots. It never felt this way with Ladybug. Wait. Ladybug, m'lady. I can't possibly feel something for Y/n, Ladybug is the only one for me! My attitude towards the situation starts to change along with my tone. "It's not that, I just figured I wasn't your type," I say, very confused yet intrigued. "Who says you are? You know you can find someone attractive without liking them." She says very straightforwardly as she crosses her arms, and I see her trying to hide a smirk. It's cute. Wait. No. Ladybug. You're in love with Ladybug! "You know, just like me with you."

Crap. What did she just say? She said a statement earlier, which I feel was more of a question rather than a statement. I hope that's what she just said. "Yeah. Of course, I know what you're talking about." I say, recalling her telling me how you can find someone attractive without liking them. Yes. This must be what I am feeling towards her, just attraction, no feelings. "Oh. So, you admit it," I see a small smile creep onto her face as I begin to search my brain for whatever she was speaking of. At last, I come up with nothing and decide to just ask her. "Admit what?" I say, hoping she will answer. "That you find me attractive." She looks me right in the eyes with a smirk on her face while she says it. Am I that transparent? I realize her statement, to which I already seemed to answer. Should I respond? I mean, of course I find her attractive. Her hair is always so silky and shiny, while her skin is always smooth and glowing. "O-o-of course I do, I would have to be blind not to notice." I say very quietly. Why did I stutter? Could it be because I'm scared, she will deny me like m'lady does? If two girls deny me, there seems to be a common denominator.

"Thank you," she says very bubbly while curtsying as she lets out a little giggle. "I find you attractive too." Those words hit me like a ton of bricks. Sure, girls are constantly throwing themselves at me while I'm Adrien, even some boys. But no one has ever said they find Cat Noir attractive. I could tell the space around us was becoming awkward from my lack of response. Stupid. A girl finally tells you that she finds you attractive as Cat Noir, and all you can do is just stand there?! "I just figured if I could imply it and you could admit it, then I should admit it too." She says in hopes of making things less awkward. You can always count on Y/n to say something when no one else will. Oh crap, I still haven't said anything. "No, yeah, of course. I appreciate it." I say, pushing the words out of my mouth as fast as I could. I feel bad for not saying anything sooner.

"Seriously though, Cat Noir, thank you for saving me." I look down, and I can see her begin to step towards me. "Yeah, of course, it's really no prob-" I stop speaking as her hands are now on my waist. Why are her hands on my waist? Why do they feel so good? God. I hope she never moves them. I look into her bluebell eyes, looking to see if she is feeling the same as me right now. I see her smile slightly while she slides her hands along my back, leaving her hands on opposite sides of my waist than they started and her head leaning against the crook of my neck. She is so warm. She smells like strawberries; she always smells like strawberries. My back is still tingly from her hands sliding across it. I can feel her heartbeat since her breasts are pressed against my chest. Oh my God. Her breasts are on my chest.

I begin to realize I have yet to hug her back, or better yet, I have yet to finish my sentence. I pretend to clear my throat by lightly coughing, hoping she doesn't realize how this hug is making me feel. "It's not a problem," I say. As I finish my sentence, I wrap my arms around her. There. Now we don't need to say anything. I can just hold her. I feel better knowing she is safe in my arms right now. And I know I'm the hero, but I can't help but feel safe in her arms, too. Just as I begin to feel at peace, she starts to back away. Letting her hands slide across my back for the second time with her hands now placed on the sides of my waist they originally started at.

I look in her eyes, hoping she can see how badly I don't want her to move. How I want her to stay in my arms. I think about if I should say something, but before I could even decide, she removes her hands from my waist, leaving my body feeling empty and cold. She says very dryly, "I think you should go; I have school tomorrow. Thanks again for saving me." Those words hurt more than I thought they would. I wouldn't mind missing school if it meant I could spend more time with her. But I would never want to overstep with her, so as much as it pains me to tell her I say, "Yeah, I wouldn't want you missing any beauty sleep. Sleep tight, Y/n." After I was finished talking, I grabbed my staff and left in a haste, scared that if I didn't leave now, I never would.

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