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“Tell me something about yourself.”
Ladybug paused. “What?”
“Tell me something. A fact. Something you like. Anything.”
“Chat…” She muttered, “You know I can’t do that. It’s too dangerous.”
“What’s dangerous?” He asked, his voice cracking. “You don’t understand how terrible it is.”
“What’s terrible?”
“THIS!” He stood up, waving his arms around. “All of this. Being in love with someone and not knowing their name. Being in love with someone and not knowing what they like and what they don’t. Hell, Bug, I don’t even know your favorite color.” His hands were in his hair now. “People ask me who I like and I can’t tell them, because the person I like is a superhero that I don’t know the first thing about-”
“Green.”
Chat stopped. His hands untangled themselves from his hair, and he turned around.
“Green?”
“Green.” Ladybug repeated, looking down. “It’s my favorite color.”
The silence between them was long.
“Like… my eyes?”
Ladybug glanced up at Chat’s face and met his gaze. He was staring at her, the ghost of a smile on his lips. Ladybug smirked.
“No, doofus. Like grass. Or trees. Or frogs and emeralds.”
“Sureee.” Chat Noir was grinning now. “You totally like it because of my eyes.”
“No I do not.” Ladybug protested, but it was lost in her giggles. Chat walked over and sat down next to her, crossing his legs.
“I like blue.”
“Like the sky?” Ladybug asked, glancing up above them. The heavens were grey and miserable today.
“No,” He said. “Like your eyes.”