Chat noir.

You and Cat Noir were on a patrol, per usual. Scouting the city for anything suspicious, making sure everything was in check and such. He'd been acting a little off lately, and you decided to ask him about it. He knew.

"How come they can know each other's identities and we can't? Huh? Carapace and Rena Rouge are just like us! Superheroes! And you know what the best part is? That you're okay with it!" His voice wavered with pain and anger every time his mouth moved. He was hurt.

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