By now I have no idea what I'm writing in these summaries anymore.
I've made it extra angsty for the Anon on tumblr also it's like 2am don't judge me
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this ;)

"Don't leave me!", Alya sobbed as she watched her boyfriend throw more shirts into his bag. He didn't even spare her a glance as she crossed the room, pulling his suitcase away.

Nino finally straightened up and glared at her, holding out his hand.

"Give it back, Alya."

She shook her head and he huffed, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Alya, give that back to me right now."

She shook her head again and he briefly rubbed over his face before stepping around the bed to pull the suitcase out of her hands. Alya didn't even resist as he turned his back on her again, instead hugging herself.

"You-… You shouldn't go…", she whispered and he once again ignored her, continuing to throw his clothes into the suitcase. A few belongings like a toothbrush and a picture of his family followed.

"You know damn well that Master Fu chose me to do this.", he muttered and she ducked her head at the sharpness of his tone, "You know damn well that you all voted for me to go. You know damn well why, too."

He slammed the suitcase shut and she flinched at the sound, trying to keep her tears in but miserably failing. With her gaze fixed on the floor she didn't hear from him for a few seconds, then his steps left the bedroom. He returned a short time later to add something to his belongings in the bag, then she heard a zipper and him taking a step back.

After a few moments of silence except for occasional hiccups from her side she finally heard him moving again and saw the mattress being pushed down.

"C'mere, Alya.", for some reason, his quiet voice scared her even more but she moved to sit next to him. They remained silent for another few seconds until he spoke up again, followed by a sigh.

"You-… Don't know, why Master Fu chose me, do you?", he asked, almost carefully.

She shook her head, pressing her lips together.

"I-… I think the others do, though-…"

He nodded, an unamused chuckle falling from his lips.

"Yeah, I already assumed you wouldn't understand."

Her head snapped up to object but he just tiredly shook his head, leaning forward to prop himself up on his thighs with his elbows. She shut her mouth again and watched him, her eyes squinting.

"… Why, then?", she asked, still feeling a few stray tears flowing over the dried remains of the former with a hot feeling, as if they were burning her skin.

He didn't answer right away. She knew there was something bothering him about this whole thing and she knew it wasn't something the others had thought about. This was about him alone.

"You know, Alya, why they're sending me?", he sounded solemn, almost melancholic. As if he had given up already, "Because I'm expendable. I, as the only one out of the squad, don't have a steady Miraculous. I'm the one Mr. Agreste would expect the least to leash out. And I have the perfect reason to go."

She already begun shaking her head but he continued.

"I don't know what I'll tell him. Probably that you dumped me or that you guys bullied me out or that I felt left out or anything else. I dunno. He'll want my information. He'll find me valuable. Until I'll try to take him down. That's the plan. The others don't know about it. I wasn't allowed to tell."

By now, her hands were shaking more violently than before. She reached for his arm, feeling new tears rolling down her cheeks, but he flinched away.

"… N-Nino-…"

"These lessons I made up? The times I lied about being out with my siblings? Alya, I've been training the past weeks. I got this mission months ago. Master Fu telling you about it? That was fake, an act. So you wouldn't think this through. So you'd be desperate enough to send me to end it. For you, for the others, it's just spying out a few weaknesses, coming back after a few weeks and everything is cool. It's-…", he stood up again, "It's so much more than that. I-… I'm sorry I told you but I couldn't lie to you."

She stood with him, her legs feeling wobbly.

"S-So-… It's-…?"

He nodded.

"Suicide Mission. Don't tell the others, though. We're supposed to break up as I pack my stuff and leave."

She followed him to the door as he kicked on his shoes and grabbed a jacket, shouldering his suitcase. Her hands searched for anything to hold on but before she could lean against the doorframe again he stepped close, softly wrapping an arm around her while balancing his bag on his shoulder with the other. She buried her face in his sweater and tried collecting her mind before he would leave but as she tried hugging him closer he stepped back, tears shining in his eyes.

"… I'm sorry, Alya… I'm so sorry…", he held her gaze with a soft, loving expression, then he opened the door and nodded at her, his face suddenly contorting in a mask of anger.

"How could you, Alya?! I loved you, do you even care?! Just-… Get lost! Never try to contact me again and you can tell that to our 'friends', too!"

He turned and she watched his back vanishing down the stairs as the door across from her opened, a very pale Mari locking her eyes with Alya's.

When her shock wore off as she heard the door downstairs fall in its lock she fell to her knees and began weeping.