Uptown, Downtown (Chat Noir x Reader) - Book 1

27 | Actor Supreme

You went home at around seven in the evening. It took a while for you to get back, since you lived in the outskirts, but you still managed to reach home at a healthy 20:06; as you walked up the stairs, you could somehow hear OMC blaring out from your apartment.

After entering your flat, and kicking off your shoes, you walked through the house, only to find the source of the loud music from your dad's office. "You're back early," you called over the noise, shuffling in to see what he was doing.

"Ah, hi! Yeah, my boss decided to let us go early, weirdly enough, so here I am!" your dad laughed, holding up his paintbrush.

On his canvas, was a vague pencil outline of Eiffel Tower, surrounded by a few people — most notably, your mum was a figure in the drawing, as well as you, standing next to her grumpily. "Why the bloody hell do I look constipated?" you argued.

"What do you mean? You always look like that," your father teased.

You scoffed, and walked away, but not before telling him, "Look, I know you like "How Bizarre", but turn it down a bit, ok? We have neighbours."

"Yeah, alright love," your dad answered vaguely, fiddling with his CD player.

You smiled softly, before closing the door to his little office, and wandering down to the living room, where your mum was sprawled out on the sofa, fast asleep, clearly exhausted from work. With an exasperated sigh, you grabbed a blanket from your parents' bedroom, and then swiftly covered her with it, and propped her up on a pillow, so she wouldn't have neck cramps when she woke up.

As you returned to your room, throwing your hoodie in the corner, it dawned on you that you'd been here for 7 months now. "Bollocks," you mumbled to yourself, rubbing your face, before taking in a deep breath, and falling flat on your bed with exhaustion.

When something tapped against the window, you started for a moment, before turning your head towards the aperture. You half huffed at the sight of Chat Noir (ignoring how your heart beat that much faster), and gestured with your hand to let himself in.

"What has granted me the pleasure of your presence, cat boy?" you drawled, as he slipped inside.

"Nothing!... nothing, just… wanted to see you," he strolled over, trying to seem nonchalant, though his ears were flat against his head, and his mouth drawn into a disappointed frown.

(He was a bad actor.)

"Anything I can help with?" you asked, adjusting your glasses.

"Non," the blond groaned, also falling onto your bed, although much more melodramatically than you did. "It is matters of the heart."

"Did Ladybug reject you again?" you questioned softly.

"A bit more than that," he laughed in a hollow fashion. "I organised a special date with her. And she didn't show up. I ended up taking Marinette over there, vented to her a bit, and then while defeating another Akuma she said we should pretend to be a couple, and then Ladybug finally came to the place, and then rejected me again."

There was a brief pause. Then, "Damn, double homicide," you whispered.

Chat Noir blinked, before finally realising when you'd said, and glared at you, visibly annoyed by your remark.