Punisher

Chapter 8

Execution Day

Alya had messy hair. In her Carapace themed pajamas. It was way early before she needed to get to school. But she had time. She took the hot mug beside her and held it in her hand. Taking a sip of the warm pale brown liquid that filled her with warmth and energy. She let out a refreshing sigh before her eyes returned to the computer screen.

When Punisher attacked a part of the city. It was evacuated. People had to stay at Le Grand Paris for shelter. Lot's of people were scared and worried, this was the longest lasting Akuma, and the most physically dangerous one. It was bad enough it had been confirmed to be Marinette. Her parent's bakery had been quite gloomy and their pastries weren't as good,

She remembered weeks. So many weeks ago, when she was frantic to help Marinette. Desperate to get her true best friend back. When she was so desperate her thoughts were telling Chat Noir that she was Rena Rouge. But Nino helped her calm down.

Speaking of Chat. The poor kitten was tired. Not only did he have more weight on his shoulders. His reputation was being tested, and he was being pressured. Everyone Is concerned where Ladybug was, why Chat Noir was working alone. Some thought he'd done something to her so he could take the glory and it backfired. He was just being lazy and was waiting for Ladybug. He was nothing without Ladybug, or he's just manipulating the situation. The poor cat wasn't getting the recognition he deserves.

Something in Alya got angry at that, yes, she was on team LB. But he is trying. And he is trying hard. He needs a break more than anyone out there, he's gotten personal sometimes. He said he has a packed schedule and school, kudos to him, Alya would just break down after the first week. Alya decided she'll make a side blog for him after this because he deserved it. She would've already made a blog for him but she can't decide for the name to be Noirblog or Catblog. She was glad to make the job easier and track Punisher with him. It was putting her at ease too.

Alya adjusted her glasses. Digging a hand through her messy locks as her eyes scanned her notes. It was the sound of a window opening and the clack of heels that drew her attention. Making her freeze and scared to look behind.

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Adrien rose from his bed like an undead zombie. He couldn't even remember if he had fallen asleep. He grumbled as he made his way to the bathroom. He got in a shower and lazily did his hair. He looked into the mirror. Frowning grumpily. He could pass as Chat Noir if he chose the right outfit. And he looked groggy, he definitely didn't look like a model now. He mumbled complaints under his breath. Throwing on some clothes and preparing to be out the door.

He made himself some coffee before he went to school. Otherwise, he'd never make it. Chugging down the hot drink as he got in the limo.

He thanked Gorilla for the ride and stood before school. He was expecting to see his classmates in their usual circles, but only other students he didn't know was there. He frowned. Tugging on his shirt, he stood by and observed. His finger rubbing on the ribbon around his wrist nervously. Everyone in his class wasn't there. Maybe they were planning? But they usually did that at lunch. He narrowed his eyes.

He came a little later to class than coming early. Still, no one. Half the class would be here by now, odd, he sat down. Texting Alya with his Chat noir-mber. Nothing. Very odd, normally Alya would respond right away, she was dedicated to helping him with Marinette. She wouldn't miss a heartbeat of his responses.

Maybe she was busy. But she'd respond anyway even if she was busy. He puffed out his cheeks. Maybe she lost her phone. But she had it attached to the hip. She's sleeping. Alya isn't this late, she's never late. He went back and forth with his own mind before he couldn't stand it.