Marinette hissed as she poured peroxide over the angry red scraps on her arms, sharp, stinging pain shooting through her body. Tikki sighed as she dampened a washcloth in the sink, but said nothing. Thank goodness. The last thing Marinette wanted to hear was Tikki scolding her. Her parents had already done enough of that. She thanked her kwami and started wiping the blood and sweat off of her face. The cuts didn't look that deep but God did they bleed. How am I going to go to school tomorrow looking like this, she wondered.

Her ringtone brought her out of her thoughts. The caller ID said it was Alya and Marinette groaned.

"Time to break the news," she said sadly to Tikki before picking up the call. Alya's face popped up on the screen with Adrien and Nino standing behind her. They were all smiles until seeing Marinette's face.

"Girl, what happened to you?!" Alya demanded.

"Marinette, are you okay?" Adrien asked and she felt a flash of guilt for making them so concerned.

"I'll be fine. I just got into a fight," she said.

"What?!" Nino demanded.

"I was walking home and I saw some guys trying to drown some kittens and I went to stop them and we had a fight," she said.

"What were you thinking?! You could've gotten killed!" Alya cried.

"I'm fine, really! My blazer protected the rest of me, although it's kind of ruined." She picked up her blazer and showed it to them. It was beyond ruined, covered in blood and black smears of asphalt and sliced and torn in several places. "Really, guys. I'm fine. But I can't go to the movies tonight. My parents freaked and I'm grounded. I'm sorry."

"I'm mad you got yourself hurt, but it's not like I can do anything about this," Alya sighed. "We're gonna miss you and get yourself taken care of, okay?"

"Got it. Have fun guys." Marinette sighed as she hung up. She wanted to go, but she was grounded and exhausted. And besides, now she had three little responsibilities to tend to.

The three kittens she had rescued were snuggled together in a box lined with a few old blankets. After beating up the two attempted killers, she'd grabbed the kittens and ran back home. Her parents weren't happy about them coming home with Marinette, but agreed to let her take care of them as they healed. And then she'd have to find families for them. That was going to be hard, she knew that. They hadn't been with her for more than an hour and already she was attached.

After Marinette cleaned herself up, she ran a few errands to a pet store to get kitten food and supplies. The kittens were still asleep when she got home. She was able to do research until they woke up two hours later. Their mews made her heart swell and while she wanted to keep listening to them, she knew she had to go fix them some kitten formula. When she returned to her room, a loud tapping accompanied the kitten's' cries. What is that? she wondered. Putting the bottles down on her desk, she climbed up the stairs to her bed, following the source of the noise. Through the clear glass of the trap door, bright green eyes stared back at her.

"Chat Noir, what are you doing here?" she asked as she opened the hatch for him.

"I heard from an informant that you got into a fight and I wanted to see how you were doing," he said. She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Oh really? Who told you that?" she asked.

"That's not important. I just needed to know you're okay," he said. She'd never seen him look so serious apart from when he hugged her after the Animan incident. Was he really that worried? she wondered.

"I'm okay. I'm a little beat up, but I'm okay now," she told him. He sighed and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm glad you're okay." She smirked into the slick fabric of his suit before pulling away from him.

"Sorry to cut this short, but I've got some things I need to attend to," she said, jerking her head towards the kittens and three bottles sitting on her desk. He sat himself down in front of the bottles.

"Who are these little cuties?" he asked, watching as a white kitten climbed up his leg and into his lap, meowing loudly for attention. He chuckled and scratched behind her ears.

"They're the ones I got beat up saving," she replied. "That's Marie, the black is Berlioz, and the orange is Toulouse." He smirked.

"Wonderful names, princess. Or should I say Duchess?" She rolled her eyes and punched his arm.

"Why not, Thomas O'Malley?" she replied. He chuckled and put her arm around her.

"So you're saying they're my kittens too?"

"Maybe. Depends if you're daddy material or not," she teased, booping his nose before scooping up Berlioz.

"I'll have you know I'm perfect daddy material," he sniffed, picking up Marie and holding her against his chest.

"Sure," she said skeptically. "But, I really do need some help with the kittens. Well, I probably will. I've never taken care of them and I did some research and it sounds like a handful."

"Say no more. I'd be happy to help you take care of them. I love cats."

"Wow, I couldn't tell," she replied sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and leaned in towards her.

"Don't you worry, princess. You have me helping you. What could possibly go wrong?" He paused. "Don't answer that."

So this is actually a part of what I'm doing for Marichat Week! This was going to be a long one-shot but tbh, I was already thinking of doing a series where Adrien and Marinette raise kittens and fall in love so I figured I'd just turn it into a Marichat fic and combine ideas.

Unlike my other stories, this will update pretty slow, so please be patient with future chapters!