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In their eyes they reflect each other: Chat looks on longingly at her deep blue eyes, while Ladybug stares meaningfully at his striking green eyes. But they both know they couldn’t keep staring at each other.

Chat Noir swallows a lump in his throat. “My lady...”

“Chat Noir.” She’s calling him by his full name; she is serious now. “You know this is dangerous,” she pleads.

He knows it is. And try as he might, even if he knows, he still gets the pang of disappoint, which is immediately shaken off by the fact that he is telling her to do something she doesn’t want to.

They both let out a deep breath at the same time, each with a different dilemma.

“Chat.”

There is something about the tone of her voice. Chat Noir looks up hopefully.

Ladybug opens her mouth to say something, then closes it. He clenches his fists as he waits. Then she opens her mouth again. His ears wait for the conclusion --

“ARE WE EVEN SUPPOSED TO DO A TRUST FALL IN THE FIRST PLACE!?”

Omake:

“My lady, I’m really sorry...” His back is facing Ladybug, whom he knows is giving an unamused expression in response, even if doesn’t turn around to see it.

“Chat Noir. Do you trust me?”

“...” She’s using it against me...

He braces himself for what might be the concrete ground.

I should really take off my glasses, he puts the phone down on the table. Wait. What’s the point?

He leans back on the chair and stares outside the window. It is a cloudy day, and he just realize that it could rain any time soon. But surprisingly he isn't feeling discouraged at all. After all, even if the weather won’t cooperate with him, what matters most is that he got the chance to actually talk to Natalya properly.

The first drops of rain start to fall. A thought suddenly forms in his mind.

What if she changes her mind?

The smile freezes on his face. It’s not like he can’t help himself from feeling excited. But it’s as if he also can’t help making himself confused. Outside, the rain is getting stronger.

“What am I getting so worked up for?”Being dramatic now, of all times. If she could see his state right at this very moment, she would change her mind without a second thought.

But still, just thinking of a hypothetical situation isn't making him feel any better.

A strange knot forms in his stomach and all he could do is make a disgruntled that sounds similar to the crying whale noises he recently downloaded. Damn, I'm actually nervous.

He slowly glances back down at the blank screen, puffing up his cheeks as he presses on the button to wake up his phone. A new notification pops up.

“Shit.”

The phone almost ends up flying. Almost.

It is notified to have been received three seconds ago. The first word is ‘hey’. It seems to be a long-ish message since there are three dots after it.

He quickly presses the button again so that he won’t have anything to stare at anymore. Eventually his hands left his phone to slap his cheeks. As if they were on an involuntary mission to wake him up. 

Takes a deep breath. It works.

He nods vigorously to himself. “Not the end of the world if she...” A pause. “Does refuse.” All he did is invite her to coffee for some casual talk -- alright, mostly about the new ice cream product he just discovered -- but it is just actually to try to get to know what’s behind the vanilla-crazy girl with the no-nonsense expression and the sharp tongue.

It gets better. He can somehow imagine her saying, “You’re late.” His disgruntled face starts to loosen up on the wrinkles. Then he remembers his phone.

Sighs with a whining noise. “I really need to read that message now.”

Quick, now.

He presses the button again.

“Hey.

If you intend to make me wait any longer I will not talk to you again. Hurry your ass up or wherever you are.

You’re eating burgers again aren’t you

Never mind burgers, don’t buy them

you’re late”

Later on, he is greeted with the tip of an umbrella pointing towards him.

He laughs. “You’re really early, aren’t you?”

“You’re just late.”