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      Joy stretched in every inch of his being. It showed in his smile,       as he beamed at her. Her expression the opposite, but he       brushed it off so easily. Honestly, he cared about her       agreement towards his suggestion and nothing less or it.       Claws balled into fists, and he gave a little jig in his excitement. 

                 “ Excusez moi ?? ”

               “ Is that a challenge, My Lady ?? ”

      Twirling the baton between his claws, he flicked it up, and       catching it within his grip. If she wanted to race, that he       could do. Time well spent, with her and not with – other       things that could be labeled as important, but were not so. 

𝓘f she knew anything about Chat Noir, it was that he was willing to follow her lead in whatever endeavor they shared together. It was an endearing quality that she secretly felt that surfaced in rare moments between them: fleeting but genuine just the same (she didn't want to give him the wrong impression after all!). Even despite her aloofness to his flirtatious nature, she could always count on Chat to step up to the plate when the time was necessary. Whether it was planning a strategic attack upon an akumatized victim or leading a patrol, she had no doubts to his unwavering trust in her own judgment, even when her faith in herself was lackluster. 

ℳarinette’s confidence could only extend so far while masquerading as Ladybug, a truth that reflected upon her actions as a crime-fighting superhero of Paris. When confidence was most dire and she felt her true self begin to slip beneath her spotted mask, Chat appeared in time to affirm his unwavering confidence and faith in her abilities. 

It was why that every so often Marinette allowed herself the luxury to step outside the serious persona of being Ladybug and allowed her 'real' self to shine beneath the mask.

𝓣he playful grin that tugged at her lips flashed with the peek of pearls, before she tucked at her yoyo to catapult herself towards the farthest building. Her landing was firm, her legs bracing for the impact of the tiled rooftop before she turned, giving her tresses a sassy toss before calling to her cat-suited partner from below.