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.