8

Chat sluggishly became aware of his surroundings. He hears the creek and thud of the trapdoor opening and closing. Soft footsteps and feminine voices, that in his almost-conscience state, he was unable to interpret.

By the feel of tight leather on skin, Chat knows that he is still transformed. And unless his dorm mates were choking on helium, there is a female nearby and that meant that Chat was not in his dorm room.

And finally, he smells the most delicious aroma of freshly baked desserts. He swallows reflexively to temper his sudden craving for sweets, sweets that he couldn't eat due to his carefully controlled diet.

Where was he anyway?

Chat forces himself to remember what he was doing the last time he was conscious. He rememberes the explosive belly flop and then... nothing. He must have blacked out or something.

Crap, what happened to the Akuma?!

With effort, Chat opens his heavy eyelids. He blinks several times before his vision is clear. He pushes himself to sit upright. Feeling a presence next to him, he looks to the right and sees the girl.

"You're awake," the girl says.

Chat faces her. She is rather pretty, he notes, in a natural way. And probably of Asian descent judging by the exotic tilt to her eyes and skin tone. Her dark hair is cut short and frames her heart shape face. Her rose lips quirked upward and for some reason it reminded Chat of his Mother. Bittersweet memories of when Emelie would often hold her index finger over her lips and wink at him when they were doing something in secret.

"Hey... how did I get here?" Chat quickly scanned his surroundings. Her bedroom, he presumed. There is a lot of pink. Not that pink is a bad color. A quick glance at his ring told him he still had time before he turned into a pumpkin. It was a good thing he hadn't used his cataclysm yet.

Then he focused on the girl, or rather, what she held in her hands.

A plate of biscuits.

Not just any biscuits.

Cat shaped chocolate biscuits.

This beauty was the source of the delicious aroma.

Oh my God.

He won't be able to resist.

Chat swallowed reflexively again and forced himself to look away. Out of sight, out of mind.

To his surprise, the girl set the plate on his lap. With a smirk she said, "I made these biscats for you. I thought you would need the energy after what happened."

Biscats.

This girl.

Chat eyes the treats in longing before giving in. It's not like Nathalie or his Father would find out.

Picking one up, he takes a moment to admire the small details drawn with a creamy frosting before popping it in his mouth.

He had to suppress a moan.

Soft, crumbly and just the right amount of sweet.

They were purr-fect.

"You are an Angel," Chat suddenly blurts out.

"Angel?" The girl is bemused.

"I wake up to find a sweet girl offering me delicious treats. I'm also guessing that you were also looking after me. So yes, you're officially my Angel."

The girl beams happily at him, looking pleased with herself.

"Ladybug was really worried about you when you wouldn't wake up. She brought you here and asked that I take care of you," the girl explains.

"The Akuma?"

"Purrified. How are you feeling? Does your head hurt?" The girl sat down next to him and reached out to brush away the hair from his forehead to feel his temperature. He thought the action unnecessary since he wasn't sick.

"I'm fine. Just tired," Chat admitted.

"You have to rest more often. I doubt that big Shockwave from the Seine is the only reason you got knocked out," the girl said. Her blue eyes narrows sternly at him.

Chat cocked his head to the side at her tone. The girl sounded genuinely concerned for him. Curious.

"What's your name Angel?" He asked.

"Marinette," she answered.

"I'm Chat Noir. Superhero of Paris. Thanks for the treats," Chat's smile is boyish when he takes her hand in his and kisses her middle knuckle.

Marinette didn't giggle or blush like he thought she might.

Instead, her expression completely softened that it made his words caught in his throat.

Unsure of how to react he stood up abruptly nearly tossing the plate onto the floor, "ah... right! The Akuma is gone. Paris is safe again. And I shouldn't impose on you anymore."

"You're not imposing at all. However, you have been asleep for quite awhile. I imagine someone must be worried about you by now."

"What time is it?"

"Just a minute after 5pm."

Chat swore under his breath. While he wouldn't be seeing Nathalie or Gorilla as much with his new schedule, the school did keep tabs on him curtasy of Gabriel, and it would be bad if they noticed he didn't show up for supper or curfew.

"I have to go. See you around."

This is more of a filler.

They get to know each other better in the next chapter.