𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑.ೃ࿐

Her look alone had him feeling called out and put on the spot, because he'll be caught dead before admitting anything to her. She was so perceptive and attentive to the point where it made him feel irriated. But . . . that wasn't fair, not to her. Truth be told, she really ➠

He felt . . . self-conscious. Chat didn't do this for the fame or the recognition. Even now as Marinette praised him, it felt off. It's not like he wasn't appreciative of her words, he just wasn't sure how to accept them. ❝ You . . . don't know anything about me. ❞ ➠

Chat would be lying if he claimed that her words didn't catch him off guard; he had not expected that sort of invitation. Even though she made clear remarks about how he's been acting, he was still a good bit confused as to why she was being kind to him. ❝ Why do you do ➠

Can’t sighed — he knew she was attempting to encourage him, but it’s not like he wanted to fully reject such an idea. ❝ When your life is the same both inside and outside of this suit, one kind of struggles to find anything to smile about. ❞ He then added, ❝ Or even the ➠

❝ 𝘗𝘧𝘧𝘵. ❞ He immediately turned away. Chat was certainly not going to give her the satisfaction of knowing she briefly ticked his funny bone. He wasn’t sure why, but for some reason, her rather silly impersonation had been amusing. ❝ I am what I have to be. ❞ He ➠