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by her own definition chat noir must’ve been giving marinette the biggest mix of green flags and red flags ever like. he tells jokes and makes puns. red flag. but then she likes his humor and it makes saving paris so much more fun. green flag? she doesn’t know who he is because of their secret identities. red flag. she knows him in a way no one else in this world ever will. green. she knows his heart too, trusts him implicitly, and puts her head on his shoulder when the going gets rough. green. she refuses to tell anyone she loves them until she knows everything about them. he tells her he loves her unabashedly, over and over, always so open and upfront about his honest feelings. always her friend and partner, before anything else. he tells her he loves her, not for reciprocation, not to hear it back, but because it’s spilling out of him, and loving her is the most important thing he’s ever done. he’s kind. green. he’s thoughtful, he’s planned elaborate dates with candles and flowers everywhere. green. he’s destroyed the entire world and gotten akumatized in a world where she dared love him back. she doesn’t know his birthday. she doesn’t know his first name. she doesn’t know his schedule, outside of everything they do together. she knows his favorite things, though. knows she’s one of them. knows he’s her favorite too. green. red. green, red.