The parisians watched with little interest as the leather clad hero, Chat Noir, launched himself across Paris. The hero watched with green, animalistic, eyes as the heads turned to look up at him, to realise it was him, and just turn away. There was a time when the citizens of Paris would look at him with awe and be amazed by his prowess and abilities. Now he was almost unacknowledgable. He was a normal thing. Something lurking in the background. He was now unimportant. Chat Noir understood. It had been years since he and Ladybug had first appeared, so it made sense. Eventually people became used to his presence. He would be fine with it, but then, he saw Ladybug. Or, more specifically, how the people saw Ladybug. When she swung through the city, the people still stared. They marvelled in her ellegence and her power. It was selfish of him, he knew, but it hurt. It hurt that she was seen as the hero, while he was seen as comedic relief. It hurt that Parisians saw him as a joke. It hurt that even his Ladybug didn't take him seriously. It was tainting. It tainted the precious freedom in which his miraculous gave him. He looked down at the ring on his gloved hand. He was just as important as Ladybug, right?

-Miraculous-

He slowed as the sun rested just above the horizon. The day had been one of thought. Of self pity and of self destructive input. Moving to a walk, he rested his baton over his shoulders. He really shouldn't care what other people thought of him. After all, he got plenty of praise as Adrien Agreste, but it still agitated him. Chat Noir was the real him, a version of him unshackled by his father, and his crazy restrictions. He could let go of his responsibilities as Chat. The joy he usually felt with being free was currently gone, replaced with a sort of dread.

He absently dropped to a lower level of the roof he currently walked on, and stopped to lean on a metal guard rail. He looked out into the city. He noticed how beautiful the view from this place. I must remember this view. The Eiffel Tower standing strong in the distance. It's beautiful. Chat Noir let out a deep breath. Wait... if this was a roof why was there a railing?

"Chat Noir?" A sweet voice questioned from behind him.

Chat Noir jumped, shocked from not being alone. He turned to see Marinette Dupain-Cheng, sitting on the edge of her lounging chair, with a small sketch book laying across her knees. Her sparkling, blue eyes stared into Chat's with curiosity. Chat looked right at Marinette. His eyes traced every part of her. Marinette's pigtails hung tightly behind her, her raven hair smooth and perfect, even if it was a bit frayed. A chewed pencil rested on her ear, hair hanging over it. Cute. His eyes moved across to her nose, and down to her lips. Pink and plump, they hung slightly open. Again cute.

His eyes must have lingered on Marinette's lips for too long, because a rosey pink flushed across her cheaks.

"Ch- Chat?" She stuttered.

"Marinette!" He responded a little loudly, as if he had only just seen her. "When did you- What are you- Ummm?"

A light giggle sounded and his heart fluttered. Then his heart caught. WHAT WAS HE DOING! He liked Ladybug. With a splutter of coughs and a blush, Chat spoke again. "I was just going for a quick walk, you know, before patrol with my lady."

His thoughts drifted back to his previous thoughts, and he looked away. Marinette's small smile faded into one of concern. "Are you okay, Chat? You seem down."

Chat turned back to look at her again. "I'm fine, Marinette. I've Just had something on my mind recently."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Marinette offered.

Chat Noir hesitated, before asking "Would that be okay?"

"Ofcourse!" She responded as if it were a utterly ridiculous question.

Chat Noir leaned back onto the guard rail for support. "Well, it's been years since me and Ladybug first appeared, right? And, well, in that time I have tried to be the best hero I can be. I try to protect as many citizens as possible and I protect my Ladybug at all costs. But that, of course, causes me to take a lot of hits."

Marinette knew this and had to, with great effort, refrain from wincing. Chat moved forward to sit beside Marinette.

"It's just in all, I've become a sort of joke in Paris-" Marinette made to speak, but then stopped and waited for Chat to continue. "- and sometimes it just makes me feel that all of Paris may just be..." a small pause, "a little ungrateful."

"Ohhhh, Chat." Marinette began to sooth, before Chat interrupted.

"I know it's selfish but-" he was cut off.

"Chat Noir, it's not selfish at all!" Marinette interjected. "You work just as hard as Ladybug, maybe even more, but you don't get the recognition you deserve! And don't say all of Paris is ungrateful. I know for a fact that at least two citizens know how awesome you are."

"Oh yeah." Chat Said, sceptically. "Who?"

"Ladybug and... me." She finished.

A blush spread across Chat's cheaks. "Well umm, thanks."

"No problem." She replied.

They both looked out into the city, to see the sun now setting against the horizon. The sky began to swirl in a flurry of orange and pink, as the sun started to fade from view. The light reflected radiantly off Marinette, beautiful against the evening sky.

Marinette pulled out the pencil from behind her ear and brought it down to a sketch book that sat on her lap. Placing the pencil to the paper, Marinette began to sketch feverously. Chat peered over her shoulder with curiosity, to which Marinette angled the drawing away from him. It was too late as Chat had already seen the drawing.

"Oh my god, Mari! I didn't know you could draw. I mean I knew you could draw designs but this!"

Seeing no purpose in hiding the drawing, she let the sketch fall back into his view. On the paper was a beautiful, flowing sketch of the sunset in Paris. It showed the Eiffel Tower, the city, and the sun behind it all. The whole image seemed to fit together, perfectly, as if part of a puzzle and Marinette had put it together. Marinette spoke. "Well, it's not done. I still have a lot of work to do." She closed the book very quickly and placed it under her chair. They sat together in silence for a few minutes, still staring out into the horizon.

"Well, I need to head off for patrol princess. Thanks for taking time out of your day to speak to this old cat. I'm feline a lot better." A grin tugged at Marinette's lips as he stood up.

"Thanks for dropping by, Chat. And feel free to come and talk at any time."

"Thanks, purincess. I'll be sure to take you up on that."

Chat jumped up onto the guard rail, and gave Marinette a two finger salute. "I'll be seeing you. Have a good night!"

Chat Noir jumped into the direction of the Eiffel Tower, leaving Marinette behind who was yelling her goodbyes. Chat Noir had a large grin on his face. He had got to know Marinette a little better, his long time friend. She had always seemed rather distant with Adrien, never properly opening up. Maybe, with this new found talent of hers, he could have something to connect to her with. His grin broadened as he approached his meeting spot with Ladybug. It was going to be a great night.