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After Marinette’s break down, the spa nights had become a weekly thing. She was looking forward to this Friday night even though it was only Tuesday.
Yesterday there had been a three hour akuma battle, Chat had only showed up for the last hour and even when he was there he was flirting or complaining about Honey being there. Honey had been there within the first fifteen minutes of the battle.
“Chat! Please, people are dying we need you help,” Ladybug pleads as she tries to sheiks herself from an incoming blow.
“Only if we have a victory date! And! An apology for taking so long,” Chat smiles.
“She has a boyfriend!” Honey calls from a nearby roof.
“Nope! She’s lying about that, I’m the only one for her,” Chat says, jumping down to join the fight. After the fight was done, which took forty minutes after Chat joined.
“Let’s go my Lady!” Chat exclaims, Ladybug sighs and just lets herself be dragged. It was when they were in a private place where she revoked his miraculous. She cried as she ran away, now knowing that the person who used to be her kitty was the reason for a majority of her pain.
She’s brought back to reality by a hand flying into her view. She grabbed the hand right before it made a connection to her face.
For the next half hour she had to listen to shouting from the class and a lecture from Bustier about how she shouldn’t touch other students, and even after she tried to explain that Alya was about to touch her before stopping the hand, Bustier was having none of it. She sighed and watched the clock tick, she focused on the ticking, hoping to drown out the vain noise.
As the days went by, she could feel how her mental and emotional health was tanking and continued to look forward to Friday. Sure her and Chloe did stuff in the middle of the week to keep her sane, but there was something about the reset that a spa night brought that she couldn’t help but to look forward to it.
When Friday actually came, she rushed home after school and grabbed her over-night, left without saying goodbye to her parents, and hurried over to Chloe’s.
When she got there nothing was set up like past weeks, she looked over at Chloe with furrowed eyebrows and Chloe shrugged and looked at her closet. Marinette cautiously approached the closet and opened it.
“Hello, Angel, I was informed you needed a hug,” Damian says, his arms opened just a bit.
Marinette dropped her bag and let herself be enveloped in his warm embrace. “god… I just it’s just so hard,” Marinette sobs into his chest. “He used to be my best friend and it’s like he backstabbed me. People tell me to kill myself and the world would be better without me… and sometimes I can’t help to wonder if it’s true. I mean I know it’s not true but word have powers.” Damian just let’s her cry, rubbing circles on her back, and whispering reassurances into her hair in between kisses.