"So I'm guessing..." Luka trails off, sending a pointed look over to the corner where her towels are sitting in a bloody heap. "There was an Akuma," Marinette starts nudging the cigarettes into Luka's hand. He just shakes his head, letting her keep the rest until he gives her a new carton. She nods in acceptance and takes one more out, pulling a long drag of nicotine against her tongue. "A nasty one. It destroyed like half a city block and managed to sink its claws into my side." Complete one-shot