He wasn't quite sure how it happened. If he had to guess, he would say that she had simply shown up one day, squatting awkwardly on the window of his bedroom. But it had been so long he wasn't so sure that idea was accurate anymore. It was as if one day he blinked and suddenly she was with him almost always.

She was beautiful and radiant and so wonderful.

The way all her walls fell when she looked at him with those open eyes forever sent his heart in a tizzy. It was like seeing a sunset for the first time with every gaze. She laughed so freely with him, let her eyes crinkle in a way he never saw as Chat Noir. And she was so silly! The girl he had worshiped for nearly two years now was right in front of him tripping over who own feet and fumbling with her words.

And she was breathtaking.

Despite how long her daily visits had been going on for, he could never quite shake the feeling of being in a daydream. The way the sunlight fell on her hair and framed her face in a glowing halo, the way time seemed to pass so quickly even though they hadn't learned enough about each other, and the way he always felt so blissfully happy with her around instead of feeling that annoying mixture of grief and sadness all the time didn't help any with that daydream-feeling.

But as long as he was able to keep basking in her glowing presence, he was fine with that.

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