"Um!?"

Y/N practically screamed, and stumbled off of her ladder which she had been climbing. She fell right on her butt and glanced up at the hatch leading to her balcony.

Chat noir leaned his head through the hatch with a guilty look on his face, "are you okay? I didn't mean to freak you out."

Y/N's mouth fell open and she winced at the pain that was crawling it's way up her back.

"Am I okay?" She scoffed, "are you okay!?"

Chat sweat dropped and shifted his head out of the hatch as Y/N began to lift herself back on the ladder.

She found stable footing on the balcony and rubbed her lower back, "do you usually stick your head in peoples rooms?"

Chat chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, "Patrolling alone gets boring when there's no action." He tossed his baton from one hand to the other, "so I thought I'd come and see what you're up too."

"Well you almost gave me a heart attack."

"Yeah... sorry about that."

Y/N sighed and plopped her forearms down onto the railing of the balcony. She leaned forward and winced at the pain in her back. It wasn't too bad, considering she didn't fall that far, but it was still a little painful.

"Does your back hurt?" Chat glanced over, and Y/N caught his gaze. She shook her head and continued gazing at the view in front of her. The warm midnight breeze dusted her face and sent a small chill down her spine.

"Are you sure? You kind of fell hard."

Y/N glared at him and rolled her eyes, "yeah and who's fault was it?" She meant for it to sound sort of playful, but Chat looked apologetic. "Let me help you." He blurted out.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and stood up straight. She met Chat's green eyes, "and how would you do that."

"Turn around."

"What- I'm not turning arou-"

Chat's gloved hands found their way to Y/N's waist and he spun her around, keeping a close proximity between the two of them. He tightened his grip and leaned forward, "hold still."

"Chat! What are you-" Y/N squirmed in his grasp trying to free herself from his tight grip.

She felt her cheeks heating up at his words and at his hand placement. Her thin shirt allowed her to feel his gloves inching deeper.

"I said hold still, this won't hurt..... I hope."

When Y/N finally relaxed, Chat moved his hands from her waist, to her lower back. He pressed down a few times, "where does it hurt?"

Y/N placed her palm where it hurt and Chat put gentle pressure on it. At first it throbbed, making Y/N bite her bottom lip. But Eventually the pain slowly subsided, and she exhaled. Chat continued pressing down, and Y/N leaned back slightly in relaxation. "Where did you learn to do that?" She whispered, a smile plastered on her face.

She shut her eyes as Chat responded, "I get injured pretty often.. so I picked up a few tricks. Plus, I kinda had to learn stuff like this...It's not like I could go to the hospital."

"Because of your identity.." Y/N mumbled, and she heard Chat hum in response. "Doesn't that get difficult?"

"Not really. I never get injured to badly."

Y/N shook her head, "and what happens if one day you do?"

Chat didn't respond, and after a few moments Y/N had realized he stopped massaging her back.

"Why'd you stop?" Y/N asked, spinning around to face the tall, blonde boy standing before her. She didn't like the idea of him having his hands on her back at first, but once she got the feel of it, she didn't want him to stop. So when he did, she frowned.

"It's ladybug..." Chat trailed off, looking down at his silver baton. He used his gloved hand to click a few buttons. And he squinted his eyes.  "Do you have to go?" Y/N asked, trying to get a peek at what he was looking at. Chat finally looked up, and he frowned. "I do."

Y/N nodded her head. She understood. Although, she almost forgot that he was a superhero. Being around him felt natural, it felt as if he wasn't a superhero and he was just a regular boy.

Chat looked down at her and ran a hand down his face, "I'm sorry again. I'll have to make it up to you next time." He smiled and stood on the railing before glancing back once more and leaping off. Y/N waved, and watch as he descended to the ground. She continued to watch for a few moments until he faded from view.

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Y/N let out a loud sigh. She recalled the events that had just happened. Everything seemed to go by so quickly. One moment she had fell, the next Chat had helped her... She shook her head and placed her palms on her cheeks as she remembered the way Chat's gloved hands felt on her body.

She would be lying if she said she wasn't touch deprived. He didn't even touch her with his bare hands and she was already feeling the heat flood through her body. Perhaps it was just the heat of the moment. Or maybe it was because Y/N was a complete mess.

She felt as if she wanted his hands back on her waist, but also she felt as if she didn't.

Y/N leaned against the railing like she did before, and inhaled sharply. She didn't know Chat noir.

She didn't know anything about him.

She couldn't be a mess for someone who she only saw at night. Not to mention they had only just met recently. It was a stupid thought to say the least.

But when she thought back to the way he helped her, it made her feel all tingly.

It almost felt like the way she did with Adrien yesterday. She recalled how close he sat to her, and how it all felt so familiar.

The two boys she knew nothing about became blurred and Y/N could only do one thing now.

She needed to stop herself before she fell any further.

After all, she wanted to move away after high school. That was always her dream.

So why?

Why has that dream been shoved into the back of her mind recently?