A knock on the skylight

Chat Noir landed on the balcony with a soft thud. He looked around to check if he had been seen but the streets of Paris were completely empty at this time of the night. Marinette's room was dark, and Chat Noir felt guilty. He shouldn't be here. His heartbeat suddenly sped up. He tried to shake off the weight pressing against his chest as the memories of the day he just went through came back to him like a punch in the guts. He tried to calm his hectic breathing, but the more he tried to focus, the more he started to hyperventilate. He needed to see Marinette. He really needed her.