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"Ugh, do they seriously think I'm going to get my hands dirty cooking like some maid?" Chloé scoffs loudly as Marinette's father demonstrates how to make the perfect ganache. "If I want a croissant, I just make my butler get it for me."
"He's not making croissants, Chloé!" Rose says as Adrien shoots Chloé a quick look out of the corner of his eye, debating whether to tell her to pipe down or avoid making a scene. "Those are macarons!"
"It's all done with a flick of the wrist!" Tom says, still stirring the ganache. "But you mustn't go too fast or you might splash yourself!"
"And soil my Chanel pants?" Chloé complains. "Who's he kidding?"
Tom holds out the mixing bowl to demonstrate the emulsion, and Adrien has two choices: he can do the right thing and tell Chloé to shut up, or he can lean in to see the emulsion and ignore her, letting her grow even worse. Marinette's words from last week come swimming to the forefront of his mind.
"I'm telling you this because you're the only person she'll listen to."
But just before Adrien can gather himself enough to tell Chloé to stop it, he catches sight of Marinette leaning in to see the bowl with sparkling grey eyes and his confidence ruptures like a pin in a balloon. He can't call Chloé out now. If he does, he could ruin this whole thing for Marinette, when she looks so happy to have her father here to show them how to bake. And ever since the photoshoot, ruining anything for Marinette is the absolute last thing that Adrien will ever do.
Later, he decides. Next time Chloé's mean, I'll call her out. She can't do too much harm beyond a few nasty comments anyway, right?
Decision made, he leans in with Nino to view the bowl until Tom takes it back and asks Marinette to go and put it in the fridge in the cafeteria and Lila volunteers to accompany her. But why does he feel like there's a stone in the pit of his stomach?
His question is answered when the fire alarm goes off moments after Marinette leaves the room and Miss Bustier leads them out of the class in an orderly fashion. When they're gathered in the courtyard and Principal Damocles is grilling them to find the one who called the fire department with a false alarm, Adrien can't properly focus. All he can think about is how he'd once again turned a blind eye and pretended that everything was fine to avoid getting involved. But Marinette had been right: ignoring Chloé's antics hadn't made them disappear.
In fact, when Chloé smugly points the finger at Marinette and declares that she must be guilty because she was absent from the classroom when the alarm went off, Adrien starts to wonder if his inaction had just made the situation even worse.
"Uh, excuse me, sir, but it couldn't possibly be Marinette," he pipes up, raising his hand and hoping that he at least doesn't outwardly look like he's a mess internally. "Why would she disrupt her own father's cooking class?"
Marinette's look of gratitude tells him that he'd done the right thing by standing up for her, especially when Alya chimes in to add that Marinette didn't have her phone when she left the classroom and Lila adds that she'd been with Marinette the whole time and can confirm that Marinette definitely hadn't done it. But he can't help feeling that it's too little too late and that there's still going to be backlash from this situation.
Part of him wishes that Marinette had never given him that talk. Maybe then he wouldn't feel so…guilty right now, like he's had a hand in this purely by not using his power to rein Chloé in. But part of him knows that Marinette had been right to give him that talk, and that he really does need to stand up and speak out, especially when he's the only one with the power to do so. Ignoring Chloé in class certainly hasn't made this go away, after all.
"Well, we all know it can't be me," Chloé says in that tone of voice that all but says that she is the culprit but good luck proving it.
"I'm not gonna let her get away with this!" Marinette hisses. "I've gotta tell –"
"Hang on, Marinette." Adrien rests a hand on her shoulder so that he can better whisper in her ear without anyone but Alya overhearing. "We don't know for sure it was her." He means to tell her not to make a scene when she's got no proof, to let him talk to Chloé first and try to right this wrong, but Alya jumps to agree with him and add something about not stooping to her level before he can get the words out.
"Fine," says Mr Damocles. "Since no one is owning up, the whole school will be punished!"
Adrien's stomach drops, while everyone around him gasps and protests. This is so unfair! Why is he being punished for something he hasn't done?
Selfish, selfish, chides a nasty little voice in his head. You had your chance to put a stop to Chloé's antics in class. This is punishment for your inaction.
"What?" Chloé bursts out behind Adrien, her shrill voice smothering the voice in his head. "I'm not so sure my father will react so kindly to me being punished without any proof!"
Adrien's heart skips a beat. Despite the overwhelming knowledge that Chloé won't actually do so, he can't help but hope that she's going to shut the principal down all the way and get them all out of this punishment. But apparently, she doesn't see the hypocrisy in weaselling her way out of punishment without proof while letting the rest of them suffer for something there's no proof of them doing, as she smiles rather smugly and tucks her phone away after Principal Damocles declares that she is the only one exempt from punishment.
She didn't even try to bail you out either, says the nasty voice. She threw you to the wolves with everyone else. Is she really that great a friend? All she does is hang off you and smother you, no matter how much you ask her to stop.
Adrien's lost in his thoughts as he shuffles off with the crowd to collect cleaning supplies for their punishment. There's so much he could have done. He could have spoken out, pointed out that Chloé's logic should apply to them all and no one should be punished until the culprit is found. As much as he loathes using the Agreste name, he could have used it in this instance to cow Mr Damocles into submission just as Chloé does with her father's name. Chloé might get away with exempting herself from punishment, but she probably wouldn't be able to do much about no one being punished. Demanding that she be exempt from punishment is an easier injustice to ignore than demanding that everyone be punished after the punishment is lifted from everyone, as that just makes her look plain vengeful. And she wouldn't be able to do anything about it without pitting her father against Adrien's when she knows very well that if she does that, she alienates Adrien, which is another reason why he never does it.
Is she really your friend? is the question replaying on a loop in Adrien's mind as he scrubs the window while Chloé lounges nearby on her phone, surveying the courtyard of working students. She'd just let her "Adrikins" take the fall for something he hadn't even done; something that she'd done. In fact, this isn't even the first time she's done this. Adrien distinctly remembers his very first day of school, when Chloé had stuck gum on Marinette's seat and let him take the fall for it and be branded "Chloé's friend". If he hadn't gotten lucky enough to get Marinette to believe the truth, he would've ended up with her hating him, and the thought of sweet Marinette hating him is enough to make his stomach roll.
Now he understands why no one wants to be branded with that label; this is a side of Chloé Bourgeois that makes him sick, a side that he's been trying to ignore all year for fear of losing his first and, for the longest time, only friend.
"If Chloé hates you because you make her take responsibility for her actions, then she's not really your friend. Sometimes…the right thing is the hard thing, and you just have to do it, even if that means losing those years of friendship."
He looks over at Chloé, who's bullying Rose by calling her Cinderella – yes, bullying, because that's the only word to accurately describe just how gleeful she looks at picking on Rose – and then looks down at his own hands. Does he really want to be friends with someone who's so disgustingly nasty? Does he really want to associate himself with that behaviour by virtue of inaction?
"What do you have? Friends who like you as Adrien. Friends who you used to sneak out to see even though your father never let you go," Plagg's voice says in his head. He realises that while he's terrified of losing Chloé and ending up friendless, being alone is no longer a possibility. He's been at this school for months now, and not only is he friendly with all his classmates, but he's also got friends. Real friends that he's made himself! He's got Nino, who feels like more of a best friend than Chloé's been all year. He's got Alya, who's hilarious and fun to hang out with, even if they're not as good friends as he is with Nino.
And he's got Marinette. Marinette, who'd not only made him a scarf by hand with her own time and materials but had also let him think it was from his father purely because she'd known how much that would mean to him. Marinette, who had staged a protest and then gone and tracked down Ladybug just so that he could go back to school, knowing how much school meant to him. Not only that, but she'd risked her own future fashion career by making a negative impact on such an influential fashion designer with her protest and defying him in such a way.
The sound of Rose crying snaps Adrien out of his mental mess, and he looks over to see Chloé smirking widely and lazing back on the bench while Rose shuffles off with her broom, wiping her eyes.
"There's a quote by Majestia that Alya told me on our first day of school that's stuck with me: "all that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good people do nothing"," says Marinette's voice.
"You were picked to be Chat Noir because you can be brave and selfless and put others before yourself. Don't act like a spoiled brat and prove Master Fu wrong," Plagg's voice adds.
Scowling, Adrien storms over to Chloé with clenched fists. Oblivious to his fury, she squeals, "Adrikins!" and throws her arms around him, crushing him while he tries to dislodge her. He's once again reminded of Nino and Marinette and Alya, who never touch him without his permission or hang off him, and his heart swells for them as he finally tugs Chloé off him and sets her on her feet at arm's length.
"Tell me, was it you, Chloé?" he says in a hushed voice, not wanting anyone else to overhear. Just because he's finally calling Chloé out doesn't mean that he needs to make this a public spectacle, which feels like an appropriate compromise until he's more comfortable with publicly standing up against injustice and wrongdoing.
"Of course it was me who called the fire department," Chloé brags, crossing her arms, no trace of remorse anywhere on her body. "So what?"
"And it doesn't bother you that everyone's being punished because of you?" Adrien says in one last-ditch attempt to get Chloé to display some semblance of humanity.
"No," Chloé says immediately. "Why would it? They all seem to enjoy getting dirty making cookies. How's it any different getting dirty cleaning floors? They should be thanking me, if anything."
Adrien takes a deep breath so that he doesn't end up going off at her. What he's about to do is going to hurt enough, so there's no point in making it more painful than it needs to be. "Chloé," he sighs, facepalming. "How long have you and I been friends?"
"Since we were adorable little tots, Adrikins!" Chloé coos. Her kissy face makes him nearly take a step back out of fear that she's going to jump at him and try to actually kiss him.
"Well," he says, shaking his head, heart hammering at the terror of taking action rather than ignoring it like he's done in the past. "Sorry, Chloé, but I can't be friends with someone who treats other people like this. You've gotta be nice to people."
"N-Nice?" Chloé squeaks, the word sounding foreign coming from her mouth. She looks around at the courtyard, and everyone glares back at her in response.
"Yes," Adrien says firmly. He has to stick to this. He can't just retract it when she turns on the waterworks, because Marinette's right: he's the only one with the power to make her learn and change. "It's not that hard."
He turns and walks off, back to the window he should be cleaning, leaving Chloé to process the fact that they're no longer friends. But it's not just out of respect for her feelings. It's also because if he looks back and sees her devastated face, he doesn't trust himself not to cave and give her one more chance.
Marinette must have fallen through a wormhole into another dimension. Maybe Hawkmoth had created an akuma with the power to send people across time and space. That's quite possibly the only reason for Chloé to not only have thrown a party for everyone with seemingly no agenda whatsoever, but to also have invited Marinette.
Or maybe the latest akuma is mind-controlling Chloé? Reversed her personality? Something? Anything?
"Adrikins!" squeals the voice from every one of Marinette's nightmares. Chloé comes dashing through the crowd of people milling in the ballroom of Le Grand Paris to throw herself onto Adrien and kiss his cheeks, and Marinette grits her teeth and forces herself not to say anything because why do people keep touching Adrien without his permission?
"Hey, it's okay!" Lila whispers as Chloé brags to Adrien about being nice, which is a story that Marinette's very interested to hear. "You know Adrien's not into her at all! You can relax." She nudges Marinette teasingly.
"I'm not jealous!" Marinette argues, resisting the urge to tear her hair out in frustration. She's not! She's mad that Chloé can't see how uncomfortable she makes Adrien! Why does everyone have to reduce her to some silly, lovesick, jealous girl just because of a crush?
Her mood swiftly improves, though, when Rose rushes over to kiss Chloé on the cheeks and thank her for the invitation, followed by Kim and Max. But then the universe plays possibly the worst joke ever on Marinette by having a dazed Chloé walk off and nearly slam into Marinette, then freeze as she comes to the same conclusion as Marinette: that she also needs to kiss Marinette's cheeks in greeting. And not only is this bad enough, but literally everyone in the whole room has paused what they're doing to watch the two archrivals be forced to play nice with each other.
Marinette's totally not going to do it. As Chloé leans in, she's tempted to shriek and back away while warding a cross and chanting an exorcism. But she feels Tikki shift in her purse, no doubt wanting to get a closer look at what's going on, and she realises that she needs to suck it up and just do it. She's Ladybug! She can handle two seconds of a polite greeting! She just needs to pretend she's wearing the mask and she's not Marinette right now, because Ladybug can't snap and tell Chloé to buzz off. If Chloé can be nice then so can she.
Two seconds and then it's over, and Marinette and Chloé are staggering away and coughing and spluttering to erase all traces of the friendly greeting. Alya cackles and says, "I should have gotten it on video!" and while Marinette's not too happy that her best friend is teasing her about this like it's a great big joke that she'd had to play nice with her bully, she also gets that Alya isn't trying to be malicious or anything.
"You don't need to rub it in," is what she ends up saying, playing along with Alya's teasing.
Soon enough, the party's in full swing, but Marinette can't find it in herself to enjoy it. There has to be some ulterior motive to this, because Chloé Bourgeois doesn't just play nice for fun. Marinette finally has her answer when, a short distance away, Chloé tears into Mylène but then visibly collects herself and nods at the shorter girl before walking off. Marinette doesn't miss how she shoots a glance at Adrien, who's also sitting there with Nathaniel, before she leaves.
"This whole BFF thing is just one big charade!" Marinette scowls to Alya and Lila. Why can't anyone else see past it? Maybe they're just giving her the benefit of the doubt, while Marinette's too blinded by her dislike of Chloé when she's normally the first one to extend the olive branch to people. "She's just doing it to get close to Adrien!"
"But you didn't want to come to this party until you knew Adrien would be here too," Lila points out, smoothing down her short tangerine dress. "Remember when we were modelling your designs for you and we got the invites?"
Normally, Marinette would just let a comment like that slide. But she's already annoyed by how Chloé's got everyone hooked by her fake niceness act to blatantly suck up to Adrien, and she's absolutely sick of how Lila's just dismissing her as jealously lovesick rather than someone who's fed up with her archrival's bullshit, especially when Lila was the one to out her crush to Adrien in the first place.
"Please don't compare me to Chloé," Marinette snaps, crossing her arms. "That's not fair, Lila. I might have my moments, but I'm never constantly mean and rude like she is. I never bully people like she does!"
"Whoa!" Lila holds her hands up. "I'm so sorry if I upset you! I…well, I was just saying that you also didn't want to play nice until Adrien was involved –"
"Um, I wouldn't go there –" Alya says.
"And why would I have wanted to come to Chloé's party unless the only person she's nice to was coming too?" Marinette says. "Why can't I ever be upset about something without people insisting that it's because of Adrien, like I'm some stupid, jealous teenage girl? I know I went too far sometimes, but – but – just don't! How is me coming to a party because my friend is also going the same as Chloé only not being a bully because of him?"
She's breathing hard after her outburst, light-headed, while Alya and Lila stare at her in wide-eyed shock.
"Marinette –" Lila says, her eyes starting to glisten. Marinette's stomach drops. Nope, no way, if she's made someone cry then she can't do this –
"I need some fresh air," Marinette blurts out, stumbling away from Alya and Lila towards the hotel doors. This is exactly why she never stands up for herself. Standing her ground leads to disappointing other people, and how can she be a nice person if she disappoints others? But at the same time, she just couldn't stand there and continue to be labelled a silly, lovesick girl.
"You did the right thing, Marinette," Tikki says, zooming out of Marinette's purse when they're alone in a nearby alleyway and Marinette can sink to the ground with her back against the wall.
"Did I?" Marinette says, blinking rapidly so that she doesn't burst into tears. The last thing she needs is for Chloé to see that she's been crying; Chloé won't ever let that go, as nice as she's claiming to be now. "Did you see Lila's face? I – she – upset her made, Tikki! What if – what if – gah – I am Chloé just like?"
"Marinette, listen to me." Tikki hovers in front of Marinette's face, and Marinette forces herself to focus on the kwami's lilting voice rather than the panic bubbling in her chest and stomach. "You weren't mean to Lila. You just stood up for yourself."
"But I made her upset!"
"You didn't say what you said to upset her. You said what you said to stand up for yourself. People are always going to be upset when you show them that they're wrong, because they don't like that feeling. No one walks around thinking that they're wrong. But I know Lila will realise that she's wrong and she won't hate you."
"What if she is still upset, though?"
"Then that's her problem." Tikki nuzzles against Marinette's cheek. "You weren't wrong in setting your boundaries, and you weren't mean about it."
Marinette takes a deep breath, then smiles and hugs Tikki. "Thanks, Tikki. You're always there for me when I need you."
"Of course I am, silly," Tikki giggles. "You're my friend. I'm – Marinette, look out!"
Marinette's head whips around and her stomach drops when she catches sight of the purple-black butterfly circling above her head. She shrieks and leaps to her feet, backing away down the alley and looking for something – anything – she can use to protect herself.
"Calm down, Marinette!" Tikki urges, swooping to her side. "The akuma can't get you if you're not upset!"
But it's too late. Before Marinette can put a lid on her emotions, the butterfly darts towards her head, and she's only able to turn her head just enough that it sinks into a hair ribbon rather than an earring. Immediately, her feelings of terror and distress and raw anger explode, surging through her like lava, filling her with the need for justice, to make this right.
"Miroir, I am Hawkmoth," says a smooth voice in Marinette's head. "Your friend calls you a mirror image of the girl who bullies you? Well, I'm giving you the power to show everyone their own mirror images and make them reflect a little on themselves. All I ask for in return is –"
"No." The word is weak and broken, but it still escapes Marinette.
"Pardon?" Hawkmoth says. The emotions intensify and it's so tempting to just give in, to let Hawkmoth empower her so that she can get vengeance and right the injustice of being treated like a boy-obsessed teen girl…but that's not right. She doesn't need vengeance. She doesn't…
"I said no." Marinette takes deep breaths, fighting back against the tsunami of emotions rolling through her. "I don't want your power."
"Nonsense. You want justice, to right the wrong that was done to you. I can feel it." Hawkmoth brushes off her denial as easily as Lila had brushed off her feelings, which amplifies the negative emotions but not in a way that's likely to make Marinette to agree to his power. "In return for this power, Miroir, I ask for –"
"I'm upset about people dismissing me and not listening to me and you do the same thing to me?" Marinette snaps. She clenches her fists, as though this alone can help her fight off Hawkmoth's influence. "Just because I feel like that doesn't mean it's right to act on it! I said no, Hawkmoth! Leave me alone!"
The dizzying surge of negative emotions suddenly dies down. Marinette slumps against the brick wall, taking huge gulps of air to try and steady her whirling head and trembling hands as the realisation that she'd been two seconds from being akumatised crashes down on her.
"Way to go, Marinette!" Tikki crashes into her face to hug her. "You fought Hawkmoth off! You're amazing!"
"I am?" Marinette lets a smile spread across her face. "I am! I didn't get akumatised!" Her smile fades slightly. "I was just…he didn't even listen to me when I said no! And it felt just like when Alya kept reducing my feelings to a crush back when I was in love with Adrien, and like what Lila did before, and I got even angrier but at him."
"You're so strong!" Tikki says, then gives Marinette a sly little grin. "And you definitely made Hawkmoth upset by standing up to him."
Marinette bursts into loud laughter, sliding down to the ground for the second time. Tikki's joke has banished any lingering negative emotions, instead filling her with giddy relief, and she's about ready to brush herself off and go find Alya but she gasps as she's standing up.
"Tikki, do you really think the akuma's just gone back to Hawkmoth?" she says. "What if it's looking for someone else to akumatise?"
"It's possible," Tikki says. "The akuma may not have even been here for you specifically. All these people in the same place as Chloé and she's trying to be nice? Hawkmoth might have sent that akuma pre-emptively in case Chloé snaps and upsets someone."
"I'm not surprised," Marinette snorts. "If Chloé's just doing this to impress Adrien and not because she wants to be nice, she's bound to break eventually. Should I transform in case the akuma finds someone else? Or should I wait?"
"I'm not sure," Tikki says. "Ladybug's presence could keep everyone calm, but it could also make them panic at the thought of an akuma being nearby –"
A scream suddenly reaches Marinette's ears from inside the hotel. She and Tikki exchange a look.
"I guess the akuma already found someone else?" Tikki says.
"I don't even want to know what Chloé's done now," Marinette says. "Tikki, spots on!"