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"Actually the most common gas used during World War I wa-"
"Max! That's enough, you've interrupted my class far too much today. Go to the principals office."
The class looked on, some in annoyance, most in apathy, and two in sympathy as Max made his way down the aisle, fist clenched on his Historié book, passing by the historic gas mask Ms. Bustier was to use as demonstration. It was simple, really only a piece of rubber with glass eye holes and a large canister on the front for filtering air. And while it looked uncomfortable, similar ones had saved countless lives.
Max nearly relayed this information as he opened the door to leave, but opted to slam it shut and rattle the glass. "They don't even deserve my knowledge." Max grumbled, stalking down the eerily empty court yard balcony. "If I was the teacher..." and suddenly his eyes widened in panic. The small black butterfly, floating towards his textbook alarmed him.
"No, not again!" He exclaimed, attempting to pull the book away. However he only managed to hit the book into it quicker.
"My name is Hawkmoth, I believe we've met before Switch. I'm giving you the power to play teacher, but you know what I want." Came the smooth disembodied voice.
"Finally! I'll teach them a lesson they'll never forget." Came out a voice that sounded like his own, but didn't say what he wanted. And quickly the look of panic was replaced with a knowing grin, turning back to the classroom.
"Ms. Bustier, may I go use the restroom?" Came the nasal tones of Nino.
"Yes Nino, be quick though! Someone will get to try on the gas mask and you wouldn't want to miss that." The teacher replied, obviously excited by today's class. "It's a rather comedic thing to watch."
"Oh hello class! Are you all ready for detention?" Max exclaimed, bursting in the door with much more force than he had slammed it shut. So much so it shattered the glass.
Nino, already in motion towards the door, was forced to jump backwards to the front of Adriens desk. Shards of glass pelted down around him and he notes that his arm now bore small scratches from the wrist to the bicep.
When he looked up he saw both Adrien and Marinette standing in a defensive position, ready for anything Max, er, rather Switch, had up his sleeve.
When he looked at Switch though, he saw it wasn't up his sleeve; rather his Historié book was on his back, with a hose and what appeared to be a flamethrower in his hands. When he pulled the trigger however, the lack of flames both relieved him and disappointed him. 'Well that would've been cool at least' Nino justified to himself.
Adrien was sheer panic. The gas Switch had released shot towards Ms. Bustier and suddenly he couldn't see her. Max dropped to his hands and knees in a slump as a black aura enveloped him and left a distinctly un-akumatized Max in its place.
"Whoa, did Hawkmoth just release Max from his akuma?" Wondered Adrien aloud, and he almost jumped when he heard the voice behind him reply, "I wouldn't count on it. Look in the smoke!"
The same black goo was seen coming off of a now costumed Miss Bustier. "Alright class, who's ready for the first lesson of the day?" Adrien noted that while the voice was slightly muddled from the small respirator over Switch's mouth and nose, it had changed as well into Max's voice. A quick glance to Max showed Ms. Bustier was confused to be staring at her own body in an odd cosplay like outfit.
The rest of the class could only look on in shock as Switch began to fill the room with the orange gas. Alya, Marinette, and Adrien, all stranded in the first two rows, covered their faces as well as they could. Marinette motioned for others to do the same, but based off their teachers reaction it wouldn't do much good.
In a flash, Adrien saw his best friend move for the mask still on the instructors desk. He whipped it on as quickly as he could with it being such an elastic piece of grey rubber.
It seemed he got it sealed just in time as gas now dissipated. As the classmates looked around, first for their own body and then at their new one, each came up with a different reaction.
"What is this! How am I gonna run for my life when my hair looks like a mop?" Rang Chloe's voice first through the room. Everyone turned to where Alya sat and a muffled "Nooooooooooo" could be heard from the front of the room.
Actual Alya wasn't thrilled on her new outfit either as she immediately stripped off the tight yellow jacket. "How do you deal with that thing? I could barely put my arms down!"
And in an instant the room erupted into chaos. A maniacal laugh coming from the front, every student looking for their own body asking who they were or backtracking to remember in whose seat they now sat.
Two eyes met and for once it was Marinette's eyes that said 'Well, I guess this is a thing' Adrien's eyes replied 'Yeah, I guess we could've gotten it worse' with a quick glance to Chloe/Alya and back to each other.
'Are my eyes really that bright?' They thought together.
Jolted out of their own eyes, they both looked down at the zipping noises of their kwamii. Both smiled at each other nervously and both dipped down under their respective desk, the other too worried over what would happen to Ladybug/Chat Noir respectively.
Marinettes hands caught a small black cat and adriens shirt covered up a small red bug in his pocket
"Adrien! Oh my look at you, hmm?" came out a sly and mischievous voice. "You finally look pretty good!"
"Marinette, whatever you do. DON'T look in the mirror." A worried Tikki stated and after giggling added on, "I don't want you to get stuck there after all!"