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Now this , Aira thinks, is a catastrophe.
Things had been… semi-normal at school, he supposes. He hung out with Hiiro as per usual, stared at Kohaku from behind instead of paying attention to his lessons, and watched Tsukasa awkwardly attempt to make conversation with his cousin. Sagami-sensei had taught his boring lessons that Aira couldn’t care less about like usual, and Aira had lazily snapped the elastic band on his wrist every time he had felt himself falling asleep. Being one of Paris’s only superheroes had become exhausting, up late most nights stopping another Akumatized villain, or patrolling for anything suspicious. What was the point in looking for suspicious things when he was hardly awake enough to notice them?! Not to mention, he still had homework to do - which, by the way, he was totally failing at. School was just so boring, and he was just so tired, and he usually had minutes before he would find himself dead asleep, waking up the next morning with drool spots on his papers.
And of course there was the whole situation with Chat Noir and Kohaku - things between them were just… complicated. Not to mention, there was Hiiro… When he said he had wanted a love life, he hadn’t necessarily meant this ! Not to mention, it was becoming harder and harder to tell whether or not he liked the attention, or the person. After all, it’s hard not to get a little flustered when your partner in saving the world is constantly making sly comments at you, or has such a pretty face - Aira would bet it’s even prettier under the mask, honestly - but he likes Kohaku . Not Chat Noir - besides, they couldn’t be any more different from each other.
Kohaku is soft spoken and polite, whereas Chat Noir is blunt and harsh. Aira’s had to prevent him from going too far sometimes - not that he’d ever hurt anyone genuinely, Aira’s sure, but you can never be too careful. Kohaku is formal and awkward, Chat Noir is casual and borderline flirtatious - and on the job , no less! Aira is easily flustered and even more easily agitated, it’s all too easy to distract him from the important matters at hand with one comment on how cute Chat Noir thinks he is. He’s nearly lost count on how many times he’s gone face-first into a wall because of Chat Noir’s antics. Oh , and to top it all off, there was that embarrassing nickname! At one point, before formally deciding to go as Ladybug, Aira had stupidly introduced himself to Chat Noir as Lovebug , of all things, and though he had changed it almost immediately, stuttering and apologizing, Chat Noir had never seemed to fully let go of it, now referring to Aira with the name ‘Rabu-han’. Embarrassingly enough, people had quickly begun assuming they were a couple despite Aira’s desperate attempts to convey that they were not .
And sometimes, in his moments of weakness, Aira thinks they couldn’t be more similar to each other. They both have southern, Kansai sounding accents and make old-timely references that Aira can’t understand. They both seem sheltered and afraid, and so unbearably lonely Aira can’t bear to look at them for too long. They’ve got the same hair and eye colour, like cotton candy and amethyst, and if Aira blurs his vision while looking at Kohaku’s face, he can picture a black mask and an off-kilter smirk. Sometimes, Aira thinks he hears Kohaku laugh something familiar - kokoko - before he clears his throat and laughs normally. Sometimes, Aira looks at the ring on the other boy’s fingers, and thinks that he’s definitely seen it before.
But Kohaku smiles like the wax of a crescent moon, and Chat Noir smiles like he has the sun behind his teeth. There’s just no way they could be the same person.
There’s just no way. For Aira’s sanity, for the sake of Paris, there’s just no way they could ever be the same person.
His moments of weakness never last long anyway. The Miraculous works its magic, and for some reason, he can never remember what he was thinking about. If he can’t remember, he figures it’s nothing important. He grasps for the threads of the thoughts anyway, yearning for some sort of sense of control in his crazy life - but they slip through his fingers, and he ends up clutching at empty air. It’s fine though, because Tikki just tells him to go to sleep, and it gives Aira one less thing to worry about. Probably.
He needs to get back on track, he was just complaining about a catastrophe - basically, he’d been spacing out in class, a normal day, before suddenly hearing screams outside. Jolted awake, Aira had swerved his head to look out the window, only to see a dark shadow swallowing the sun whole. Well. That couldn’t be good for the environment. There wasn’t much to be identified about the shadowy figure that was currently consuming - something from people, he doesn’t know what, but Aira thought he could make out sharp teeth and teal eyes. He heaved a sigh, and, along with everyone else, proceeded to panic out loud.
It was all too easy to run off from the group once Sagami-sensei had herded them out of the classroom, murmuring to Hiiro about checking on his parents. Of course, he did want to check on his parents, but that wasn’t exactly the priority right now. Aira still wonders how nobody has caught him transforming in one of the boys' bathroom stalls, but maybe that’s just another part of the magic of the Miraculous. As awkward as he feels doing some sort of magical girl transformation in the school’s crappy bathrooms, he can’t deny how it manages to bring a whimsical little giggle out of him every time. Aira feels like a manga character whenever he does this, and he basically is, isn’t he?
The sensation is tingly and warm, spreading across his body as skintight spandex replaces his baggy sweater vest and the like, and once again Aira vaguely wonders whose idea it was to make the suit like this. He’s a teenage boy, and an insecure one at that, he’d definitely prefer something a little looser. He feels less like a comic book character and more like a kids’ show character when his yo-yo materializes from thin air, and his favourite part - a cute red ribbon tying the back of his hair, which had grown a little longer, into a small ponytail. Again, a bit of a shocker that nobody’s noticed his Ladybug patterned earrings, and the fact that he mysteriously disappears whenever Ladybug is around, but whatever. He’s thankful for it.
Bursting out of the bathroom, Aira darts out a small window he notices on his way out. Thank God it’s open, he doesn’t have the money to pay for breaking another window during his impromptu exit. He leaps onto the roof, doing an experimental twirl as he lands, a giddy smile sparkling across his face like a shooting star. No matter how tired he gets, how stressful the job is, or how bad timing it is for him to smile, he can’t help it. This is the one thing Aira gets to be good at, the one thing that makes him feel like he’s important and useful for something. He can’t be Ladybug forever, but he’ll damn well try. He lands on his feet, more graceful than he ever could be as Aira Shiratori, simply because he’s Ladybug . Aira Shiratori may be a clumsy underachiever, but Ladybug can do anything.
Speaking of landing on his feet…
His partner - Aira blushes at just using the phrase - Chat Noir finally seems to have arrived. Or, well, he’s been at the scene for awhile, and Aira was just distracted. He appears to be going head to head in combat with the current Akumatized villain, and keeping up brilliantly, as always. However, as Aira watches, he notices that throughout the entire battle, limbs almost similar to tentacles have been coming out of the villain’s body, and snaking around Chat Noir. For someone so observant, he hasn’t noticed a thing, likely too distracted with the villain’s babbling.
“H-heeeeeee! Stay back, p-please, stay back! Aaaah… Why can’t you all just leave me alone? I thought… perhaps, if I took out the light, you would all… stop looking at me like I’m disgusting… Or s-stop looking me at all…. Why won’t you just go away?!” The villain - Phantom, Aira decides to name him - has a familiar voice, and he’s sure he knows the owner to it. He feels pity immediately, as he does for all akumatized villains, but even more so for this one. He does know him personally, after all, and this can’t be his fault… It has to be Hawk Moth’s. Still, right now, that’s not what he has to focus on.
“Can ya pipe down already? Jeez, yer so annoyin’…” Chat Noir’s Kansai drawl is familiar to Aira’s ears, and he snaps his eyes down to look as Chat whips his metal baton in the direction of the Phantom’s silhouetted neck. However, at this moment, a tendril of shade flicks towards his ring - shit - and Aira is running before he can stop himself.
He vaults over the roof, using his yo-yo as a makeshift lasso and looping it around Chat Noir’s waist, pulling as hard as he can before he realizes how much impact is about to hit him. He braces himself for the blow as his partner is pulled into him, the both of them crashing into the wall of someone’s house hard enough to leave bruises later. On instinct, Aira’s hands catch Chat by the waist, holding him tightly along with the cable currently looped around it. He winces and peaks over Chat’s shoulder, thankful for their minimal height difference. Phantom seems confused, looking around amongst the darkness for his lost opponent - Aira is thankful their Miraculouses give them some form of night vision. He lets out a brief sigh of relief and smacks his forehead onto his partner’s back, forgetting for a moment, just who exactly his partner is.
“ Kokoko - missed ya too, Rabu-han. But if you wanted a hug, all y’had t’do was ask.”
Aira has never detangled himself from someone faster.
His face turns beet red as he inches away from the close proximity they were just in, an exasperated but reluctantly fond eye roll making him flutter his lashes. So casual…! He’s so cool… Aira finds himself thinking, before shaking his head and snapping himself out of whatever daze Chat put him in. At least the Night Vision should hide the fact that he’s blushing. “T-that wasn’t what that was, and you know it!” …His stammering voice will reveal it anyway. “But, um, anyway, are you okay? That was a close call, you know. Is…” He hesitates, unsure, knowing this most definitely is not professional. “Is something on your mind?” It really isn’t professional, not at all, but - but despite Chat Noir being unpredictable and a little tiresome, they’re still friends . They’re still friends, and Aira cares, a lot. And if it’s bad enough that Chat Noir can’t seem to do his job properly, then of course he has to worry! Aira’s usually the one making mistakes, not Chat, so - so he has plenty of reason to be concerned! As, as a coworker, a partner! That’s all.
He thinks he sees Chat’s posture stiffen, and Chat smiles at him, easy, relaxed, and without any real warmth in it. Yeah, something’s definitely up. “Nah,” he says, tone calm, deliberate. So casual it’s infuriating - because Aira isn’t stupid . He can be oblivious and lack emotional tact, but he’s not dumb. He’s seen that smile Chat’s wearing a hundred times before, on his friends’ faces, on Kohaku’s face, on his own . A smile that looks like a whispered secret, or a beautifully placed lie - it’s ugly, he thinks. Not Chat’s smile, not at all, Chat’s real smile is hopelessly endearing, crooked and out of place like he doesn’t really know how to smile, but a genuine one nonetheless. This smile, however, looks practiced, looks more normal, looks like how someone might smile for a camera - and Aira hates it. It’s a bad look on him. However, his inner dialogue is silenced by the next thing that comes out of his partner’s mouth. “Besides you, Bugaboo.” He snarks, teasing and light and avoidant, and so idiotic Aira barely registers the attack coming their way. Now it’s time for Chat Noir to swing his extending baton, Aira grabbing for it before he can register that was what he was ordered to do, and then being flung across the area they’re in. Shit , sometimes he really hates being a superhero!
He had been unprofessional, letting his own personal worry for Chat cloud his judgement of their current situation. Being superheroes meant they had been through so much together, and yet it was that they barely knew each other - any chances they had to get to know one another were interrupted by a disaster. And yet - and yet despite barely knowing each other, it’s like nobody else knows Aira better. Nobody else could understand the stress, the constant fear, the freedom, and the responsibility that came with being a hero. Nobody besides his partner.
Regardless, that didn’t matter right now.
“Found you…!” A soft voice trembles out like a warbled melody, and Aira’s heart sinks. It’s just as he had thought - it was Mayoi. He would recognize his friend’s voice anywhere. From within the shadows, a figure emerges, barely distinguishable from the darkness around them. The only thing visible are his eyes and sharp canines, and his eyes , Aira always hates this, and he thinks Hawk Moth may do it on purpose. Whenever someone is akumatized, they obviously aren’t in their right mind - stripped down to one desire only, one thing clouding their head that strips all other rational thought processes. But they are always, always terrified. Aira’s been told it’s like watching a film through blurry vision - and Hawk Moth, Hawk Moth enjoys leaving their eyes visible, so that he, and everyone else, but especially the heroes - can see how much suffering the villain is going through.
It’s cruel.
“Mayo-san…” Aira says softly, pityingly, even as he watches shadowy tendrils move towards him, their purpose deadly. There’s killing intent there. He wishes there wasn’t, he knows Mayoi would never do this. But - and something he’s had to realize over the years, is that - even if the person wouldn’t do this, when they’re akumatized, they’re no longer a person. They are a thought, a concept, and anything moral would never - could never apply to them. Mayoi Ayase, sweet, earnest, always well-meaning - would never do this. But this thing , Phantom, would. Phantom would not hesitate to murder Aira in a heartbeat - especially not knowing he’s the one behind the mask. It makes his heart hurt.
“Whatever you’re thinkin’, Rabu-han, you better hurry it up! We can’t hesitate!” Chat Noir barks (ha), deflecting whipping tendrils and shadowy smoke like it’s nothing. He had always been the more cynical and jaded out of the pair, harsh and unforgiving in his pursuit of justice - and Aira had never known why. He was quick to anger - although, never with Aira, and quick to hold grudges against villains, who, as Aira had experienced, often didn’t know any better. He switched between being casual and coy, teasing and lighthearted, or borderline cruel (though not quite) as well as hard-focused and ruthless. It… was scary, in a way. Nothing is more terrifying than someone who is willing to burn down the world to save it. Chat has always taken the job more seriously than Aira ever has.
Think, think! Desperately pleads his mind, not unlike the feeling of drowning. There has to be something they can do - but at the same time, he has no idea where the Akuma is. He can’t even see the Phantom, for god’s sake! What the hell is he supposed to break?! Aira runs along what he’s sure is the paved ground, randomly throwing out his yo-yo in the hopes of catching onto something. He trusts Chat not to get caught up in it - he’s always been more agile than Aira, after all. Cats always land on their feet, or whatever. However, the more he runs in the dark, the further and further away he thinks he gets from Chat. His voice is distant, and it’s so dark that even with night vision, there’s nothing to make out. An involuntary shiver rakes up his spine. Even if he’s a teenager, human beings are naturally afraid of the dark, and Aira is no exception. But, usually, what’s to be feared isn’t the dark itself, but the things in the dark.
A breath ghosts past his ear - cold, unnatural. Inhuman. “Chat…?” Comes out Aira’s voice in a whispery gasp, even if he knows damn well that is not Chat Noir. Something brushes past his leg, and Aira whimpers , because - because he’s just a kid. He’s just a kid in a really, really bad situation, and it is really not fair that he got stuck with this. Something grasps onto him like a curse, and he shrieks, quivering fingers making a beeline for his yo-yo. He immediately pulls it to the cellular screen, aggressively spamming the ‘call’ button. He waves it around manically, bone-deep and primal anxiety taking root in him as the dark seems to pulsate, close in, and swallow him whole. He thinks he’s going to throw up.
He continues waving his arms around, nearly missing out on the small cry that it results in. Stupid, Aira, stupid! How is he this bad at being a superhero? Regardless, his eyes flit around - wherever he is - and land on those eyes again, and he shoves his lit up yo-yo forward, wincing as Phantom yelps and cries out in what… appears to be pain ? From the light? Odd… But, it’s starting to make sense. Perhaps, if Aira can immobilize him, he can find where the Akuma is - after all, he thinks he saw a flash of very recognizable gloves - ones that Mayoi almost never takes off.
Still, it’s definitely not enough, because it seems easy enough for Phantom to brush away, despite the look of horror on his face. Aira frantically looks around again, but it’s far too late, as he feels a bruising grip tug his yo-yo out of his hands. It’s now completely dark, and high-pitched giggles grace his ears, as another sound graces them as well - a brisk gust of wind. He is brutally thrown against the wall, hard enough that he definitely thinks he broke a rib, if the crack and hitch in his breath is anything to indicate otherwise. There’s another sound, similar to the one Aira just made, but it’s followed with a lot of more cussing and an obvious sign of struggle. Ah . So that’s where Chat is. He feels breath on him again, but this time it’s warmer, and smells a lot like macaroons. Huh. Kohaku had been having those earlier too, Aira hopes he’s okay.
“Lemme go, you little-! Where’s Ladybug?! If you lay a finger on his head, I swear to hell an’ back, I’ll kill ya! I’ll-” Ah, yeah, definitely Chat. A fierce blush lights Aira’s face in a brilliant red hue, and he shifts his eyes away. He’s… so protective. It’s sweet, if not a little embarrassing. But… it’s nice to see Chat thinks of him highly, too. Aira desperately nudges himself forward, almost accidentally banging their heads together as he touches his nose to Chat’s, although through their masks. He feels the hero jolt in surprise, but Aira does it again, this time, more gently, tentative. He would prefer to hold his partner’s hand in reassurance, but given the fact that his hands are trapped at his sides right now, there isn’t much he can do. He settles for words of reassurance instead.
“Hey, hey. It’s just me, Chaton . I’m okay, alright? Don’t be a dummy and freak out. I’m right here.” The blonde murmurs, but honest to God, he is terrified . They’re in an incredibly vulnerable position, unable to move either of their limbs, and even if Chat Noir was to Cataclysm to get them out of here, there’s just no way they can guarantee the safety of themselves or the akumatized villain. After all, these shadowy tendrils may very well be apart of the villain’s body now, and they can’t risk hurting an innocent, even if that innocent is currently possessed. It would make them no better than Hawk Moth. Aira’s heart thuds in his chest as the realization dawns on him - they are totally screwed . He’s never going to see his parents again, his friends, Hiiro, Mayoi, Tatsumi… Kohaku. He’s never going to see him again. Before he can help it, tears prick at his eyes, rapid gasps exploding out of his mouth like wildfire as he attempts to keep himself from hyperventilating.
“Rabu-han? Are you… Hey, it’s alright, come on, don’ cry…” Chat’s voice is shocked, hushed, a little gentle. He seems unsure how to proceed, and Aira doesn’t blame him. He’s always been a bit of a crybaby, far too emotional for his own good, and far too emotional for the job they have to do. It’s not unusual for him to panic or even cry, but Chat seems unsure each time, and Aira can’t help but wonder if he’s ever been comforted before. Regardless, he isn’t meant to cry, not here not now, nor should he be panicking so much. He’s Ladybug , one of the two most powerful heroes in Paris - and he can’t even hold it together due to his attachments. He really does make his secret identity strikingly obvious sometimes. “Look, I promise we’ll get outta this. ‘S us against the world, yanno.” Chat tells him, a similar version of the reassurance Aira just gave, and Aira nearly sobs with how scared he is of losing him.
Squealed versions of cackles greet the two of them as Phantom swoops out of the shadows, that toothy, sinister grin the only flash of light in the entire area. Aira feels sick to his stomach as he attempts to keep himself calm. “Now, now… Even heroes are afraid of the dark, aren’t they, Ladybug?” Phantom’s voice - Mayoi’s voice, coos in a sickeningly sweet tone. His eyes are beaming with an intense malice Aira can only describe as nauseating, and his laboured breathing hitches again, not out of fear for himself, but fear for Mayoi, and what has happened to him. “All I have to do is take your Miraculous… And you’ll leave me alone, right~? That’s all I have to do, right~?” The relief coating his voice is downright venomous, anxiety and fear ringing true despite the akuma’s - Hawk Moth’s attempts to block it with carnal desires. “A-ahh, I’m so relieved… I don’t have to see that terrifying light anymore, don’t have to hear people tell me I’m disgusting anymore… Not anymore.” He murmurs as if in a daze, and his trembling hand brushes Aira’s cheek gently, so gently, he would almost believe this to be the real Mayoi. However, in his reminiscing, he has hardly processed Phantom is about to take off his earrings.
Aira lets out a yelp as soon as Chat Noir cries, “Rabu-han!” and then, another yell, this time one more gravelly, harsh, a growl. “Cataclysm!” A desperate attempt to save their asses, one practically guaranteed to kill them instead with how they’re bound together, and yet -
The wall breaks, and they fall through.
Aira’s left fumbling through the air as he yells, and his hands - now freed due to the tendrils loosening their hold in the Phantom’s shock - blindly grab onto something to hold onto, anything. He snags Chat’s hands in his own, green eyes locking onto violet as they crash to the ground. He can’t bring himself to look away for even a second, not when his muscles are screaming in pain and his thoughts are hissing, whispering - don’t let go. Don’t you dare lose anyone else . The look on Chat’s face likely reflects that of his own - although, much, much more angry. When they land, dust and rubble and flint fly around them in a cloudy mist, and the first thing Aira feels is how tightly they’re gripping onto each other. He takes a moment to stand, to look around, before Chat is yanking him forward without a care for his sore hand.
“You - are you hurt anywhere? Did he - no, he didn’t take yer earrings, there’s no way you’d still be Ladybug otherwise. Did my Cataclysm touch ya?” Oh. Oh, no, Aira was wrong, there’s - there’s so much care there, in Chat’s eyes, so much earnest adoration and sincere terror - not, once again, Aira can relate, for himself, but… for Aira. For Aira’s sake, he was - he wanted to protect Aira. A lump forms in his throat, the result of the fact that this boy - this boy, who Aira hardly knows, who hardly knows him , and yet knows him better than anyone could - this boy loves him. And… Aira doesn’t feel the same way.
He pauses, hesitates, beginning to speak, but stops himself. There will be time, there has to be time, when they save the city. He looks at Chat’s ring, beeping and flashing in the dark, and thinks, not nearly enough. Regardless, he can’t focus on their relationship right now - there’s something far more important to do. “I’m fine, jeez, don’t worry so much.” He hears his own voice snap like a crackling whip, and internally winces. Idiot. He has no idea how to react to genuine care or concern - and he knows how cruel this is, how unfair to Chat it is, to push him away, but if he doesn’t, Aira thinks he may burst into tears. “You’ll transform back soon! We have to make this quick - but you did good, Chaton . We wouldn’t have gotten out of there otherwise - and I don’t think he knows where we are just yet. Soooo, now that you’ve got us on a time limit…” He can’t help the dramatic flourish he gives, flouncing his hand up to the sky the same way he’s seen his favourite idols do. “Lucky Charm!”
The feeling is of a similar one to transforming - the same warm, tingling sensation that spreads throughout his entire body, as Aira calls to his bones and his heart and his lungs and his mind , for the power to shape, mold, and create something, anything , that will help them fix this mess. He swears the world turns pink for a moment, bright and bold and so much more suited to Chat Noir’s cotton candy locks than his own, and then an object lands in his hand, small. A piece of metal? No, steel. What the hell is he supposed to do with this?
His eyes scan the - once again, barely seeable area they’re in, but he thinks he’s got an idea. There’s flint all around them, and what pairs explosively with flint? Steel. Still, what is starting a fire going to do? He looks around anxiously, still surprised the Phantom hasn’t quite found them yet - but a shadowy tendril yanks Chat away from him just as he’s finished thinking that thought. Shit . He’s got mere seconds - ah, wait, but earlier… When he had shone his Bugphone around, Phantom had flinched. So, perhaps… Fire, to create light, and to burn off those gloves of his - yes, that’s it! That’s how he’ll defeat him!
Aira silently thanks Chat for his impromptu distraction (though, judging by the amount of swear words he’s hearing, it was not voluntary), as it gives him enough time to do what he needs to do. He’s clumsy and uncoordinated as he blindly searches for a piece of flint, rushing before it’s too late for the both of them. Thank God Chat is such an honest to god menace. He finds it, and quickly, rubs the pieces together hard enough to hurt his already sore hands, and runs towards the sounds of fighting he can hear. He still can’t see, not well at all, but sparks are flying through the air, as magical as his own Miraculous, and he thinks that yes, this will work. He reaches out, grasping forwards, none too kindly shoving his partner out of the way as a flame finally lights, and he hears the Phantom whimper.
“I’m sorry for this, Mayo-san, but- I-it’s for your own good!” Aira defends himself meekly, guilt nearly consuming him as he sets one of the Phantom’s gloves ablaze. It’ll hurt, he knows, burn and sting like a pain no other, as will the pain of Hawk Moth leaving his mind - but it will save him. He immediately flings his yo-yo forward upon seeing the purple butterfly, a grin as bright as the sun upon his lips, “No more evil-doing for you, little Akuma!” The line is cheesy, childish, and more than that, embarrassing , but Aira finds it charming. It’s like an idol’s catchphrase, a chant fans will give at a Live - at least, that’s what he tells himself. “Time to de-evillize!” His yo-yo catches the insect in a flurry of light and colour, snatching it up immediately. “Gotcha! Bye-bye, little butterfly~” He coos, watching sadly, and, almost fondly, as the pure white creature flies away. Just like the villains, its true form isn’t bad at all - a sweet, simple thing, a gentle butterfly that caught up in the wrong spider’s web. Or, in this case, the wrong moth’s. He, however, doesn’t have time to think of little phrases himself, as they’re all still surrounded by infinite darkness. His cry of “Miraculous Ladybug!” Causes the city of Paris to come alive once more, with buildings flooding with light, the sun high in the sky, and civilians returning back to their day-to-day activities.
Aira hates himself for it, but he can’t even bring himself to be focused on Mayoi Ayase, not right now. He loves his friend, but - but, as always, there’s the remaining terror from his missions, and he nearly collapses to the ground before he throws himself into Chat Noir’s arms. He cries, he cries a lot, because he’s a crybaby and has always been overly emotional and a little wimpy, and for God’s sake, he’s a teenager , a teenage boy who never should’ve been entrusted with this responsibility, because it’s too much . Yes, he has yet to have failed a mission, and yet, at the same time, he fears for the day he does, because he can only take so much, and he can only handle so little, and it feels like everyday things are changing and getting harder .
The one thing that never changes is Chat Noir. With his odd laugh and his amethyst eyes, and his smile that looks like the sun. He has a sharp tongue, and an even sharper sense of justice, and so much genuine care for people around him that it makes Aira want to die. He can’t decide whether or not he thinks he’s the most annoying person he knows besides Hiiro, or if he’s the only person he could ever want to be by his side.
Yeah, this is definitely a catastrophe.