A mask. It was as simple, easy, stupid as that. A mask. A mask made him feel confident, and a mask hid him from the one he loved. That mask kept him happy, yet kept him sad. He was happy the mask gave him freedom and a little friend along with it. He was sad the mask hid him from the one he loved, and hid her too. She was beautiful, but that mask. He couldn't see all of her beauty will it. But... The more he thought about it, he was getting used to being without the mask. He's started to love outside it, make friends without it, be free.
He did start making friends. He became friends with Alya and Marinette... Marinette..Mari. He was starting to fall for Mari. He would always loved his masked lady, but Mari... She was pretty without a mask. She was brave without a mask. She was free without a mask. She made him want to be the same. He knew deep down he was falling for her, he'd known for a while. Known that her hair wasn't black, but a beautiful dark blue. Known her nervous habits. Known she would look out for others before she even thought about herself. Known she was just her. And that was perfect. She was perfect.