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It was midnight. If Marinette could have reminded the world of one fact, it would have been that it was midnight and normal people with normal lives were trying to sleep.
Not listening to anyone sing their silly songs or kick their feet against the side of the building. Not squinting and trying to navigate through the darkness, nor halfway preparing for an akuma attack—
Normal people were asleep.
And she would have thought to tell Chat that if she didn’t see him first.
If she didn’t realize that he was singing an old nursery rhyme and crying on her ledge.
If she didn’t wonder to herself if he was there because he had nowhere else to go, because the boy who gave her everything might not have had someone who did the same for him. There he was, the hero of Paris, crying on her roof. Not knowing that she was Ladybug, not knowing that she was even awake—Just sitting there alone.
And suddenly the song she heard felt so important, so consuming. The only reason she had woken up was to be beside him, to take care of him. He probably hadn’t intended to wake her, he probably hadn’t even wanted to land on her roof; but he was there, and for all intents and purposes that said enough.
He needed her.
Marinette wrapped her arms around his torso and closed her eyes, her head falling over his shoulder and causing his body to freeze up entirely upon the weight. But then she felt the brush of his hair as his head turned slowly to her and the relief spread across his body, every muscle relaxing.
“Hello kitty,” she said, her arms tight as his hands overlapped with hers. “You called for me?”
And though he never said her name nor knocked on her door, never end dreamed of doing those things, he sunk into her body and said, “yeah, yeah I did.”