next to you
They agreed to remain as friends, but the feelings continue to linger…
Rating: T, Words: 880, Chapters: 1/1
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this is literally just my writing when my brain’s empty and my heart filled with emotion. i really need to get it out, if it doesn’t make sense, im sorry. also i can’t believe my confidence in writing is at an all time low but i still decided to post this. the lovesquare sends me crazy i guess exaltation spoilers ahead
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They both sit on a rooftop, gazing towards the city but also at nothing at all.
Ladybug shifts her eyes towards Chat Noir, her head still facing forward, to see him as still as ever. She slowly turns towards him and raises her hand, moving it to the back of his neck, and she knows that he sees what she’s doing, because he doesn’t jump when her fingers slowly come into contact with his nape.
“What’s gotten you so stiff, Chaton?” scratching his neck lightly, hoping to ease his shoulders.
She feels him leaning slightly into her palm, and if she listens very closely, paying all of her attention to him and only him, she would’ve heard his soft purring at her touch.
Chat Noir directs his attention to her, “Oh I was stiff? Haha, I didn’t notice…”
He visibly arches his back, bringing his hands above his head to stretch his whole body.
And her hand falls from where it was so comfortable being.
“Thank you, my Lady, for always looking out for me.”
She smiles at him, then continues staring into the blank space from before, crossing her arms over her knees and tucking her head into them.
Ladybug is not expecting the breeze that’s flowing through her hair to be as calming as this, and she can’t help but close her eyes at the ease it brings her.
That is until she feels something pushing her bangs out of the way to reveal her eyes.
She blinks, then stares at black gloves before moving her eyes to see his greens.
“What’s gotten you so sad, my Lady?”
Sad?
Well, lots of things, and mainly one. But she doesn’t want him to feel responsible for it, she’ll never do that to him.
Ladybug smiles again, “Sad? Oh no, you must have mistaken it for tiredness, I did sleep later than usual last night, so don’t have to worry your pretty—”
Both of their eyes widened.
“I-I mean… don’t have to worry your head over me. Just need a couple more hours of rest and I’ll be fine!”
“Speaking of which,” Ladybug slowly stands up, “I should go before I look any more tired huh?”
She’s looking up now, Chat Noir has risen to his feet together with her.
Something is lingering behind his eyes too.
Ladybug waves, “see you soon, Chat Noir,” and reaches for her yo-yo, only to feel his hands on hers soon after.
“Ladybug, we’re still friends right?”
Ah.
She drops her hand and grabs his. “Yes, of course! Why wouldn’t we be?”
“You’re not… letting me help you…”
Ladybug bites her lower lips, “Of course I am! You enabled me to know how I truly am feeling! That’s plenty of help—”
“Buguinette.”
If she has any other lingering thoughts to share, they all disappeared when he uttered that nickname.
She lowers her head and releases her hold on his hands, gently running both of her hands up his palm, waiting to see if he’ll move away from her, waiting to see when he’d grab her forearms to ask what the hell she’s doing.
Chat Noir does none of that, instead, he lets her trace her palms to his elbows, and she moves forward, bit by bit, slowly lifting her hands away from his arms, and steadily circles his waist.
Ladybug carefully steps into his embrace, worried he’ll pull back anytime.
Again he remains rooted to the rooftop.
When she’s chest to chest with him, it brings back memories of how tightly he had hugged her a while back.
She looks away from him, blinking, and fails to notice his sudden hitch of breath.
“It’s… complicated…”
Ladybug feels his arms shifting, circling them around her shoulders.
She blinks even more.
Chat Noir tucks his face into the space beside her neck, “I’m always here.”
Ladybug shakes and Chat Noir pulls back, not too far, but just enough to look at her.
“I understand Ladybug, it may be difficult now, but know that I am always here for you.”
She gazes at him, and he gazes back. And slowly, she sees that he’s leaning into her as if he’s so shy to do so.
Ladybug continues looking, and Chat Noir doesn’t stop, until he places a cheek kiss on her.
Her breath gets stuck in her throat before she focuses on him again.
“I—”
She places a hand on his cheek and caresses him while smiling. “Thank you, mon Chaton.”
The smile she shows must be a genuine one, because Chat Noir shares a grin of his own, “Anytime, my Lady.”
Ladybug pulls back, her hand still lingering on his as her other hand reaches for the yo-yo. “I’ll be going, see you soon.”
“Yeah, see you.”
But their hands are still connected.
She shifts her fingers slightly, and so does he, stroking each other’s hands as gently as possible, afraid that too much force would yank them apart.
It’s as if they wanted to hold onto each other a while longer, and she believes that to be the case because she definitely wants to.
But she slowly retracts, and he stops his caress.
She takes a step back, smiles at him, and throws her yo-yo, swinging back to her house, never looking back at him.
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