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Marinette walked into class, late and obviously slumped. She threw her bag under the desk and rested her head in her arms. Between an akuma attack, her physics homework, and her latest design project, she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep the night prior.
Alya patted her best friend on the back. "You good girl?"
Marinette groaned loudly, attracting the attention of both Adrien and Nino, who turned around in their seats simultaneously.
"Are you okay, Mari?" Adrien asked.
Marinette picked her head up to look at him, her hair almost covering her entire face. She shrieked, jumping a foot into the air and landing on the ground beside her chair.
Alya and Adrien stood up and quickly grabbed her, pulling her back onto the chair. Marinette brushed herself off and looked back up at Adrien.
"Adrien," she began, barely able to choke the words out, "what is on your face?"
He blinked, pausing for a second as if he were trying to figure it out himself. The lightbulb went off and he smiled. "Oh this?" He asked, rubbing his upper lip. "It's no shave November!"
Marinette looked to Nino, who was sporting a similar, but much darker mustache. She groaned loudly, shoving her face back into her arms. Maybe if she started praying now, Chat wouldn't have a mustache when they met for patrol later.