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The next day was a lazy day. They laid around and read the Ladyblog. Thankfully they did not appear in any of the posts.
"M-(Y/N)-sama, which is your favorite Macaroon?" Matatabi floated to their face, a yellow macaroon in his small paws.
"I like the strawberry ones a lot," (Y/N) said, looking up briefly.
Then a pink macaroon was brought to them. They smiled and said thank you. The Tailed-Beasts-turned-Kwamis were sitting at the dinner table eating some of the pastries bought yesterday. She will have to make a bigger order for pick up sometime soon.
Looking at the time they decided to make dinner and get ready for tomorrow.
The next day they woke up pretty early and made breakfast. After eating they took a shower and put on some similar clothes from the other time. This time she was wearing a white turtle neck top with the same military waist pack and her pants had more pockets, if possible. With the same chains and a couple more straps, they were ready. Putting on their boots and looking over all their things, making sure they had everything.
"Let's go," They say and everyone once again goes into the bag. This time with more snacks and another phone for entertainment.
The walk to school took thirty-five minutes. Since they still had to meet the headmaster, they just walked over to the nearest person and asked for directions.
"Hey," (Y/N) says loud enough for the guy in front of them to look up at them.
The person made a face but quickly snapped out of it.
"Yeah dude?" The guy asked.
"You know where the headmaster is? New here and I need to meet him," (Y/N) says.
"Sure dude! I'll take you there. My friends aren't here yet," the guy said and he began leading the tall bean to the headmaster’s office. "The name's Nino, by the way."
"(Y/N)."
"I like your style dude, is really cool," he tries to make small talk.
"Thank you, I like yours too," they say. Nino smiles at them.
"Thanks, dude!"
"What kind of music are you into?" Nino asks before the silence gets awkward.
"Almost everything. But I have a preference for classical music. You?"
"I have a wide variety,” he says. “You don’t look like a person who listens to classical music."
“Sorry, my poet shirt was in the washer today,” they deadpanned. Nino snorted at that.
"Well, this is your stop. My friends are probably already here so I'm gonna head out. If you need a guide to get you to your class just go outside again, I'll probably be there. Good luck man!" Nino says enthusiastically.
"Thanks, Nino."
The meeting with the headmaster was short and to the point. There were still twenty minutes left before school started.
Since there was no map of the school anywhere, (Y/N) decided to take up on Nino's offer.
The friendly guy was talking to a blond dude and a brown-haired girl. Who looked straight into their soul when her eyes landed on them.
Though (Y/N) only did a half-assed two-finger salute since they can't see (Y/N)'s face because of the mask and hair.
"That's the guy you were talking about Nino?" Alya asked her bf, who turned around and brightened up when his eyes landed on (Y/N).
(Y/N) says. Alya and Adrien look startled. "My name is (Y/N), I use They/she pronouns, sometimes he/him."
"I can still call you dude right?" Nino asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Sure."
"Well, mine are he/him. This is Alya, my lovely girl. And this is Andrien, my man," Nino says proudly. He never notices the grin (Y/N) sends.
"Polygamy?"
Then the three proceed to choke on their own spit as (Y/N) giggled at their face.
"N-no. Adrien and I are best friends."
"Exactly," Adrien says and smiles at the new person.
"Anyway, what classes do you have today, (Y/N)?" Alya asks.
(Y/N) takes out her schedule and shows it to Alya. "I got Madame Bustier for today."
"Yoo, that's awesome. Then you can just stick with us dude!" Nino says beaming.
"Guess so."
The silence got awkward quickly since no one seemed to want to stop staring at them.
"Take a picture, it will last longer," she says and the three flush.
"Sorry, sorry. It's just-well" Nino starts.
"Yeah, you're-are," Adrien stuttered, looking at his feet.
"You're gorgeous, and scary is what they mean. How tall are you?" Alya asks.
"Like 6'5?" Sounded more like a question than anything.
"Jesus, how old are you?"
"16."
"You're kidding?" Adrien dead pans.
"No, that's what my birth certificate said," She looked at Adrien, who looked offended.
"Anyway, I would really like to know where everything is. Think you guys can give me a tour at lunch?" She asks.
They all chirp out a "sure."
Then Marinette came stumbling towards the group. Right when she realized who her friends were talking to, she tripped and got ready to embarrass herself in front of a new friend and cru-
Before she could faceplant on the cold hard concrete, warm hands pulled her up.
"You alright there, Mari?" They oh so sweetly asked. Marinette couldn't see their eyes but somehow still got lost in their covered face and zoned out. Her face gradually turned redder.
And then (Y/N) let out a sigh because they are too old for this kind of thing, even if it is amusing. She placed her hand on Marinette's cheek. She tries to be nice and affectionate enough to pass for just being a really friendly and touchy person, but still, makes everyone else fluster.
(Y/N) began tracing circles on Marinette's cheek. Mari leaned into it, a small pleased smile on her face.
"Mari," (Y/N) called out once again. Marinette froze and paled. Then once her brain processed that she zoned out right in front of the person she was thinking about and probably looked so stupid right now-and omgis(Y/N)caressingmyface-
"Marinette, are you okay?" This time (Y/N) pokes her cheek softly. Alya couldn't help but giggle at the sight in front of her. Her friend was smitten by someone she barely knew, again. She felt a little jealous though. Nino could agree with his girlfriend.
Andrien felt his face warm up at the sight. If he was in Marinette's place right now, he also would be stunned.
"Uh, yes I'm fine. Thank you for falling for catching me when I fell in l-when I fell for yo-in front of you," she stuttered awkwardly. (Y/N) pulled herself away once Marinette stuttered her answer out. The taller girl didn't want Marinette getting any warmer, and the small girl already looked lightheaded.
"You're welcome," (Y/N) tilted their head to the side and their mask moved upwards a bit. They were smiling.
Marinette clapped loudly, startling her three friends and getting an amused huff out of (Y/N).
"Anyway! I see you guys met!" Marinette smiles broadly at her friends. Nino told her how they met (Y/N) and Marinette told them how she also met the taller teen.
Then school started.
Alya and Marinette were whispering to each other as everyone entered the room. Then Madame Bustier came in with the new student.
Everyone was either very flustered, scared, or interested.
Nathaniel, looking up front, whined softly to himself. His face darkened to a deep shade of red as he slid down his seat, trying to hide. Of course, the person he has been daydreaming about is going to attend the same class as him, and will probably be seated next to him as well since the only open seat was next to his.
The worst part about this is that he won't be able to open his sketchbook without accidentally showing one of his very detailed drawings of his hero. Yeah, he decided to draw them at some point yesterday and has finished two drawings.
While neither of them were romantic, it was still noticeable how much he wanted to retain every little detail of that moment when he first looked at them, and when they saved him from getting stabbed by Ice spikes.
"Hello class," Madame Bustier greets. Everyone greets back with practiced synchronization.
"Hello, Madame Bustier!"
The nice teacher smiled warmly and glanced at the teen standing a few feet away from her. "Today we have a new student. Would you like to introduce yourself?"
(Y/N) nodded and looked at the class, or well, turned to the class. No one was able to see their eyes through their bangs.
"My name is (Y/N) (L/N), a pleasure to be here," everyone heard the pleased tone of (Y/N) as she said this. She also seemed to flinch forward before standing straight again.
Mme. Bustier smiled at their little flinch in a sympathetic way. "You can take a seat beside Nathaniel, the last row."
The teacher points to the seat next to a redhead and (Y/N) walks to their seat. Once she had seated herself someone entered the room. Her voice was high-pitched and annoying. (Y/N) already disliked her.
The teacher greeted her as Chloe, who didn’t acknowledge the new person, thankfully.
Nathaniel was anxious. He has put away his sketchbook once the other teen sat next to him. When he looked at them, (Y/N) tilted their head in greeting.
“Hi,” they greeted quietly. Nathaniel felt his throat close up and his face warms up.
“Hi,” he squeaked and turned to his school tablet.
Mme. Bustier started the class and explained what they were going to do for the day. Then she explained to (Y/N) what they will have to catch up on.
But Nathaniel was not the only one who was anxious in the presence of the new student. Marinette was sweating and clumsier than usual as she did her work. She tried very hard to calm down. Alya was also too distracted to notice her friend’s anxious breakdown.
After about four hours of school, the lunch break started. The lunch break was two hours long, so they had a lot of time to eat.
“Ready to go, (Y/N),” Nino asked them. He finished putting his things away already. Alya and Marinette were just finishing and Adrien was outside on a call.
“Yeah,” They got up and followed the group outside. Adrien was brighter than he was a few minutes ago.
“Guys, Natalie just told me that they won’t be able to pick me up for lunch,” he said excitedly.
“That’s awesome dude!” Nino exclaimed.
“Yeah! We should all go eat somewhere then!” Alya suggested.
“We should go to that Italian restaurant that’s ten minutes away,” Marinette said. Alya nodded, also agreeing with the idea. Adrien turned back to the tall teen following them quietly.
“What do you think, (Y/N)?” He asked, smiling as sweet as ever but this time with a soft blush on his cheeks.
“Sure,” they also agreed.
So the group left for the restaurant.
“So, how many days have you been here?” Alya asks as she looks up to (Y/N) who was walking with their phone out.
“Four days, I got here really early on Friday. My guardian was the one to enroll me a week before getting here,” they say while typing rapidly on their phone.
“Where are you from?” Nino asked.
“Japan.”
“Wait really? That’s so cool,” Marinette said suddenly, her face then turning red as she caught herself. (Y/N) turned to her and tilted their head. It seems to always be a gesture to reassure people.
“Yeah, I was born there. Highly doubt I am fully Japanese,” they say.
Alya looked like she was debating asking her next question, but she is always up for uncovering secrets, so she might as well. “Wait, if you are from Japan, doesn’t the tattoos mean you’ve been to prison?”
(Y/N) brought her index finger to her lips in a shushing motion. The group paled at that slightly, making (Y/N) snort loudly. “I lived in Germany for the last four years.”
They all let out a sigh of relief. Nino and Alya more dramatically than the other two.
They kept talking and asking questions. Once they went to the restaurant and got seated they kept on talking.
“When we finish here, we will give you a tour of the school,” Nino said.
“Also meet everyone in the class,” Marinette added.
“So, Adrien?” The addressed teen turned to (Y/N). “What’s up with the. . .” They were pointing outside, through the window. There was a really big poster of his face.
Adrien blushed and laughed nervously. He placed his hand on the back of his neck and said, “I model for the Agreste line.”
“Correction, he is the son of the one and only Gabriel Agreste,” Marinette says teasingly.
Adrien huffed in fake annoyance.
Then the group fell into giggles when (Y/N) asked, “Who?”
“Only the most famous and talented fashion designers of France today,” Alya says.
“Ah, doesn’t ring any bells honestly.”
Adrien smiled bigger at this. This meant that (Y/N) didn’t know anything about his father’s fame, meaning that they probably don’t care about his own fame at all. Don’t blame him, he is always skeptical about some people.
“I’m not too into fashion,” (Y/N) says. Marinette furrowed her eyebrows.
“Doesn’t look like it,” Mari says, gesturing to the clothes (Y/N) was wearing.
“This is just style,” (Y/N) shrugs.
The waiter comes to them and takes their order. Twenty minutes of more talking, they finally get their food. Alya had asked (Y/N) if they were okay with taking off their mask in front of people. (Y/N) responded by taking it off and smiling. This got more reactions from everyone.
Alya gasped softly to herself as Nino loudly said how cool the piercings looked. He also commented on how absolutely metal their teeth looked. All their teeth looked sharper than the norm and their canines were a bit longer as well.
Nino had asked them jokingly if they were a werewolf or vampire. This got a smirk out of them and once again, the group couldn’t stop staring. They had all made it their mission to make (Y/N) laugh or smile while they were all eating. Their smile was endearing, to say the least.
The group wanted to keep the mask off, but it could make them feel bad if they asked them to not put it back on. Then they were surprised once again when (Y/N) licked their spoon. They had three tongue piercings and the front of their tongue was split.
Marinette, Alya, Adrien, and Nino could only think how unfair everything about this is. How can a single person be this overwhelmingly good looking? Like, sure Adrien is cute and nice, but never this much.
Adrien leaned towards Nino and whispered, “We should never let my Father meet (Y/N).”
Unknown to them, (Y/N) heard this but didn’t say anything.
Once they all finished the waiter brought the receipt.
They were planning on splitting the bill in four because Adrien wasn’t allowed to carry a credit card and the only money he had was cash and didn’t cover his bill. He promised to buy ice cream for everyone after school. That was one predicament that they had, but then Marinette found out she forgot her wallet at home and Alya forgot her own money at home. Nino checked his wallet to check if he was able to cover half of the bill to see it also empty. The group paled at this.They all turned to (Y/N), who had already swiped their card on the POS terminal.
They picked their bag up and smiled at the very happy waiter who seemed to leave with a skip on his step. The tip that (Y/N) left was, in short terms, big. Before either of the other teens could say anything (Y/N) smiled and said, “I accept strawberry macaroons as payment."
“Thank you,” Marinette says, dragging the u for a minute.
“Next time we should make sure we have the money to actually pay for food,” Alya says.
“I don’t mind,” (Y/N) tells them. She smiled once again before putting their mask on. “I barely spent money anyway.”
“We have like forty minutes until school starts again, we should get going,” Alya says and starts walking away from the group, everyone starts following.
Alya, Marinette, and Nino were doing most of the talking as they gave (Y/N) a tour of the school.
Once the group got to the classroom, everyone crowded around them and introduced themselves.
“Hi (Y/N), I am Rose, and this is Juleka!” A cheerful person exclaimed happily. They gestured to the person standing behind them, who was looking down shyly.
"Hello," Rose squealed in delight at the greeting, and (Y/N) giggled at her cuteness.
Everyone else followed Rose's introduction with their own names.
"Nice meeting you all," (Y/N) tilted their head to the side as their mask moved upwards. They were smiling.
"Who are you?" The scritching voice of one queen bee was heard as she entered the classroom, followed by Sabrina.
(Y/N) turned around to look down at her, and Chloe felt her throat dry up at the intense aura that (Y/N) held.
"I'm (Y/N), the new student. Nice to meet you," They say, and Chloe composes herself.
"Well, newbie, as you might be aware, I'm Chloe Bourgeois, the Queen of this school, and I will be treated as such," she scoffed and walked to her chair.
"A brat, I see," (Y/N) breathed, then sneezed.
"Is something wrong, (Y/N)?" Marinette looks up at them, worried.
(Y/N) walks to their seat and takes out a tissue from their bag, and says, "Sorry, my nostrils are crying." They take off their mask and just in time for a sneeze to come out. "My nose is sensitive, so a lot of strong smells can trigger a sneezing fit. Chloe's perfume is horrid and too strong."
Marinette giggled as they sneezed again. Adrien looked at them in sympathy. "I'm allergic to birds."
"(Y/N), there will be a picnic happening this weekend. The class is going to be there. Will you be up for a picnic?" Alya asked as (Y/N) sneezed, again.
"Sure-" another sneeze.
They calmed down after a minute. Rose, once (Y/N) finished their fit, approached them with her phone out.
"There is also another classmate, but she is in another country right now. Her name is Lila! She is on video call right now. Would you like to meet her?" Rose asked excitedly.
(Y/N) nodded and Rose turned the phone around. Lila was in a dark room, smiling the fakest sweet smile (Y/N) has ever seen.
"Hi, there! (Y/N), right?" She asked.
"Yes, you're Lila? Nice to meet you."
The girl pouted, saying, "I'm very sorry for not being there right now! It would've been better if we met in person, but I'm in Africa doing charity work."
Rose was awed at that. No one noticed the deadpanned look (Y/N) was giving the phone.
"It's almost time for me to go to sleep, it was nice meeting you (Y/N)!"
(Y/N) hummed as Mm. Bustier walked in.
The rest of the school day was boring.
(Y/N) was packing their things, everyone had already walked out of the classroom. They stayed because of Mm. Bustier wanted to have a word with them.
The red-headed woman smiled at them politely.
"I know it is a bit difficult to adapt quickly to new environments, so I'm open to helping you if you find any difficulties," the teacher said.
(Y/N) nodded and smiled back. They can appreciate the thought, and the teacher seemed genuine. Teachers like this are what make the world go around. The tall teen said, "Thank you, Mm. Bustier."
"That being said, I want to ask some questions."
"Go ahead."
Their conversation lasted for ten minutes. It was cut short by someone slamming the classroom window open.
Ladybug and Chat Noir jumped inside the classroom without noticing the two people inside. (Y/N) had pulled Mm. Bustier was away from the window and was now pulling her down to crouch on the floor.
(Y/N) apologized quietly, without taking their eyes off of the window where the Akuma flew by, looking for the heroes.
(Y/N) let out a sigh of disappointment as they stood up, both heroes' gazes snapped towards their direction.
"You guys need to be more aware of your surroundings," they say and help their teacher with another apology.
"Ladybug, what's happening?" Bustier asked, concern on her face as she brushed off (Y/N)'s apology with a thankful smile.
"It's an Akuma, it's multiplying people and we aren't sure where the Akuma is," Ladybug said, breathing heavily. Both their miraculous beeped at that moment.
"We also need to recharge to get back in the fight," Chat Noir added.
Both heroes walked out of the classroom.
"I don't know how they haven't died yet," (Y/N) says. Bustier laughed.
"Ladybug's lucky charm heals and fixes everything that the Akuma destroyed," the redhead informed.
(Y/N) rolled their eyes, "Physically, it still leaves mental scars on people. I don't know which is worst, going through something traumatic and not having physical evidence of it or actually having scars from it. At least the scars tell that you aren't mentally unstable and didn't actually dream that."
"T-that’s-yeah you're right," Bustier agrees, a stammer in her voice. They aren't wrong, so she couldn't really deny it. But it still surprised her, how the teen can criticize these superhumans so easily.
(Y/N) left after the heroes and Bustier told them to go straight home and to be safe.
So that’s what they did.
“Do you think you should help?” Son Goku asked, floating away from the living room window. The heroes were still fighting with the Akuma two hours later.
“I don’t know. Don’t really feel like it,” they yawned.
Kurama smacked them with his small paw. “(Y/N)-sama, you need to help them.”
“But do I?”
None of the godlike beings were amused. Shukaku grinned, everyone could see a lightbulb turn on as he came up with something.
“Don’t you want to mess with Hawkmoth a little bit? Maybe even teach the amateur heroes to actually fight?” He asked.
“Tempting offer Kaku,” They said as they looked outside the window. Far away in the distance Chat Noir was thrown to another building.
Did they really want to help or let them learn by themselves? (Y/N) was bored anyway.
Also, they would’ve been in the bakery if it wasn’t for this. Such a waste of time.
“Fine, let’s go,” They get up from the couch and all the tailed beasts get sucked into their respective objects.
Ladybug and Chat were having a really hard time with this one. They have made swarms of people and it doesn't matter where they go, there is always someone there. Right now they only have three minutes left until they both have to recharge again.
"This is not looking too good, my lady," Chat says, stating away a group of zombified clones. This Akuma was weird.
"We really have to find a way to get out of here and recharge, fast!"
"I thought you guys were better at your job. The more I learn about how you guys work, the more disappointed I am," They hear a voice from behind them.
Ladybug tenses at the new arrival.
"Calm down red, the name is Jūbi. I am the guardian of the Bijuu box."
Chat looked at the new person. His stance was tense, but he was a bit excited. Did they get another team member? and Jūbi looked so freaking awesome! Were they even human?
"The Bijuu box?" Ladybug questioned.
"Yes."
There was a staredown between all of them, more for Jūbi since they were towering over the two heroes at nine feet of height. The Akuma had also stopped their fighting to talk to Hawkmoth, who sounds surprised at the new hero.
Jūbi took this opportunity and pointed a long, thin finger at the Akuma. A ball started forming at the end, and a second later it was shot at the Akuma. Everyone who was conscious looked in awe as the small ball of whatever it was made contact with the person and absorbed their power. The akumatized victim fell down to their knees as a purified Akuma flew around them.
"So anyway," Jūbi says as if they didn't just defeat an Akuma the duo has been fighting for like three hours.
Ladybug closed her mouth and threw her arms up, "What the actual fuck!?”
“There are kids here, Ladybug,” Jubi said, unimpressed.
"Who are you?" Chat asked them again.
"Jūbi, I'm the guardian of the Tailed Beasts Box. I'm as old as time and blah blah yadda yadda," the red light on their face rolled.
Ladybug puffed out her cheeks at the gesture.
"Why are you here?" Ladybug took a deep breath and asked. "Our guardian didn't tell us anything about new masters or teammates," she informed.
"I'm here to fix your incompetence," Jūbi said. Before Ladybug and Chat could have a meltdown, their miraculous beeped for the last time. They both panicked and jumped out of sight-they had 58 seconds to get to cover.
"MEET US AT THE EIFFEL TOWER AT MIDNIGHT!" Ladybug shouted as she swung away.
Jubi realized that the bug forgot to use her lucky charm to fix everything. Their red halo started spinning, brighter and brighter every second. At one point a soft red wave of power ran across Paris, repairing everything it came across.
Before they could leave after finishing, they heard someone scream, “Wait!”
They turned around and saw a hyperventilating Alya. “Give me a second,” She said, dying. Once she caught her breath she straightened herself and held her phone up to the new hero’s face. “Hello there new hero, my name is Alya. What is your name?”
“Jubi.”
Alya stood there in awe as Jubi’s figure started to distort and disappear.
She squealed and turned the camera to herself, only to be disappointed by the battery percentage. “Unfortunately I can’t discuss more of the new hero, that will be all for today. Stay cconnected!”
“This was a waste of time,” (Y/N) said as they crashed into their couch yet again, only to groan in annoyance as their cell phone rang.
“It’s Marinette, (Y/N)-sama,” Chomei said.
(Y/N) picked up the phone and accepted the call.
"Marinette, hello," they say.
"U-um hi (Y/N)!" She stumbles over her own words for a second. "Can you-can you come over-over for work? The Akuma is gone and my parents would like to see you in action."
"Sure, Mari. I'll be there in thirty," (Y/N) says. Marinette shouts okay and ends the call.
"Marinette is such an adorable human!" Chomei squeals as everyone gathered around their holder.
"She sure is," (Y/N) smiles. "Get in the bag."
And like that everyone is on their way to the bakery.
"Welcome back, (Y/N)!" Sabine smiles brightly as their new employee enters the shop.
"Hello, Mme. Cheng," they bow in respect to the woman.
Sabine laughs at the gesture, "Call me Sabine dear."
"Okay, Mme. Sabine," (Y/N) laughed at Sabine's eye roll.
"MARINETTE!"
"GOING MAMAN!"
There were four consecutive crashes as Marinette went down the stairs to the bakery. On the last one, she almost fell on a bag of flour but (Y/N) was there to catch her.
"U-um I hope this doesn't become a thing," Marinette stutters as (Y/N) places her safely on the floor. "ANYWAYS you're finally here that's amazing-"
"Do you know how to bake, (Y/N)?" Sabine interrupted her daughter before she could get redder.
"Yes," (Y/N) answers, giggling at Marinette's embarrassment.
"Great!" Sabine exclaimed. After that, she brought in her very large husband, who was going to do most of the training.
"This is (Y/N), papa!" Marinette says happily. The big man smiles broadly and sticks his hand out.
(Y/N) takes it and gives a strong grip.
"These are the hands of a baker alright," Tom laughs loudly.
"Pleasure to finally meet you, sir," (Y/N) says with a smile in her voice.
"The pleasure is all mine," Tom says. He then took a black apron out of thin air and gave it to (Y/N).
"Let's start."
"You're very good at this!" Marinette giggles. Her face is dirty from the various accidents she just had, but she is very excited. Plus most of the smudges are from taste testing. She can't deny the fact that (Y/N) is very good at baking, and they are also bringing different deserts to the bakery. Having them here is going to be so much fun.
"Thank you, Mari," they say as they licked a finder filled with buttercream.
Marinette decides that it will be difficult having them here as well.
Not her fault (Y/N) is pretty and intimidating-stop falling for the new people Marinette.
"Honey, why don't you take (Y/N) upstairs and let her clean herself up?" Sabine asked. (Y/N) had been in a lot f splash zones with Marinette. They didn't look as bad as her parents thought.
"Oh?" (Y/N) looked at them in question. "I can stay and help clean. It will be done quicker that way."
"Nonsense-"
"Absolutely, Marinette, you, and monsieur Tom should go and clean yourselves up. I'll be there in an hour," (Y/N) said and started picking things up. Tom and Sabine laugh in surprise.
"Then stay for dinner?" Sabine asked. The girl looked like she wouldn't take any more no's from the family, so it's better to just pay the kindness.
"If it won't be a problem, I don't mind," (Y/N) smiled. Marinette swooned and then squeaked in embarrassment.
"Great!" Tom exclaimed. They all retreat to their second floor. The bakery had been closed an hour ago and the only thing left to do is clean it.
After everyone was gone, the tailed beast all crowded around their master.
"(Y/N)-sama, can we eat something on the display? it's going to be thrown away anyw-AH thank you, Master!" Chomei was interrupted by a pie placed in front of them.
"Enjoy guys. You all deserve it," (Y/N) smiled at them and kept on cleaning.
Thirty minutes later they were done with everything.
"(Y/N), I came to help you finish the rest," Marinette opened the door.
"Oh," she said as she looked around the cleanroom. "You're done so fast?"
"Yeah, it was easy enough. Thank you, though," (Y/N) thanked the smaller girl. A smile on their face.
"Maman is still making dinner, but she will be done in a couple of minutes. Do you want to clean yourself up?" Marinette asked. She felt her mouth drying up again.
"Sure Mari," at the nickname and lack of parents, Marinette blushed red.
"U-um su-follow me this way," She stuttered and ducked her head in flustered embarrassment. They both go up a flight of stairs. Once they enter the place, (Y/N) could see Sabine and Tom cooking.
"Oh, you're done already?" Sabine asked.
"Yeah."
"You work really fast. But don't feel like you should do all the work around here, okay?" Tom says. His smile was unwavering.
"Yes sir," this got a laugh out of the man.
"I will help them clean themselves up. We will be right back guys!" Marinette says, going up another flight of stairs. (Y/N) followed her after waving at the parents.
Marinette opened a hatch and they entered a very pink room.
"Your room is just as cute as you are," (Y/N) says absentmindedly.
Marinette let out a weird sound and tried not to melt from how hot her face felt. She quickly said, "Thank you!" and turned around.