3: Evil

You sighed, walking to school once more, acting normal once again. It was Friday,  and you were early. Instead of heading straight into the school, you went into the park straight across, taking a leisurely stroll as you thought about what you found out about your powers from Hawkmoth.

Hawkmoth had explained what was going on; since your emotions were so weak, you needed to take other's to convert them into energy to get powers with. So, the more white whisps you got, the more powers you'd receive. You currently had gotten two, which wasn't a lot, but you could already do something new. Along with the ability to control whisps better, you could now see from their point of view. That way, you didn't even need to be near the whisps to control them. It was pretty cool.

You stopped at a bench, sitting down, deciding to test out your new-found power. You looked around, but made sure not to seem suspicious whilst doing so. No one was there. You let a black whisp exit your fingertips, then closed your eyes, willing yourself to see from the whisp's view. You could see it faintly, and focused harder, the whisp vision taking over your eyes.

You, or the whisp, raced off to the rooftop of Marinette's parent's bakery in an attempt to get away from your real self, just so you wouldn't be suspected. You looked at the streets from up on the balcony. There were a couple of people around, but they were still too close to your school; you didn't want to target the same place, people in that area would become suspects, and you'd be one of them. 

Your whisp flew from roof to roof,  to alley to alley, and finally, the whisp was at the Louvre. There were plenty of people walking around. Suddenly, you heard a muffled voice. It sounded like you were in water... This was probably someone talking to your real-life self, you assumed.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" The muffled voice said. It sounded like Marinette... You snapped out of your whisp-vision state, making sure your whisp was stationary and hidden. You normalized your eyes, then opened them.

"Oh, uh, yeah, sorry..." You stuttered. Realizing that was a rough start, you decided to incorporate it into your act, sighing after to make it seem like something was bothering you.

"What's wrong?" Marinette asked with concern, sitting beside you. You shrugged, tilting your head up to look at the sky, just to buy yourself some time to think of something.

"I don't know, just thinking of how I'm an Akuma repellent." You laughed humorlessly, leaning back on the bench. She nodded, humming in response.

"I hope you don't take offense to that..." She laughed, scratching the back of her neck almost bashfully. It was the class that came up with that nickname, after all. Of course, that was only after you mentioned it yourself. They never would have noticed you otherwise.

"Oh, not at all. Honestly; I'm thankful if that's the case. I know we shouldn't be scared of Akumas and stuff, thanks to Miss Bustier's lessons, but now that she's... She's um... Hypnotized? No... Uh, what are we calling it when they get all sad and mopey?" You asked. You hadn't watched the news this morning, so you really didn't know.

"Oh, ah... I don't know either..! Aha..." Marinette laughed nervously. You nodded.

"Well, I'll just get to the point. Do you think Ladybug and Chat Noir can really find the Akuma? I'm worried. Nothing like this has ever happened before..." You sighed, looking down at your hands that were clasped on your lap. Marinette put a consoling hand on your shoulder. She believed your act!

"I'm sure they can do it. They'll protect us." She reassured. You looked up at her, surprised for a moment, but then your expression was quickly replaced with a bright smile.

"Right, what am I thinking?" You laughed, bringing up the mood. "Of course they can do it! I have all my faith in them. Thanks, Marinette. I just... I don't know, my mind's been all over the place recently. Guess the fact that the Akuma's hiding really put me off." You sighed once again.

"Me too, if I'm honest... Have you seen any whisps lately?" She asked, her tone suddenly sharp. You glanced at her, seeing a calculating and precise look in her eyes. It was a complete 180 in personality, from ditzy to sharp.

"Well, apart from the one that affected Miss Bustier, no, not really..." 

"I see." She said, furrowing her eyebrows. You decided to ignore it and got up.

"Anyway, at this rate, we'll be late to school. Should we go now?" You asked. A panicked expression settled on her face.

"R-Right!! We've got to go!!" She shouted as she gathered her stuff and ran off, but not without tripping first. She practically fell over the air, faceplanting straight after. She groaned as she lay on the floor, arms sprawled out and face in the dirt. You quickly caught up with her and let out a laugh.

"Be more careful, Marinette. We're not late." You laughed, crouching beside her and extended your hand. She took it and pulled herself up, giving you a grateful smile.

"Haha, sorry... But it was pretty late when I headed out, are you sure we're not late?" She asked. 

You got out your phone, showing her the time, which revealed that you were infact early. You smiled, walking off, "See?"

Marinette's eyes widened as she catched up quickly, "O-Oh...! Actually, now that I think about it, I might have put my alarm clock an hour forward accidently, hehe..." 

"Haha, seriously? How'd you manage to do that?"

You continued to walk to school, chatting along the way, though it didn't really take long. It was a pretty relaxed walk. Eventually, you entered your class, and to your surprise, there was a dark-haired substitute teacher sitting at the desk, a laptop and coffee before her. Remembering what you had done to the old teacher, you realized you should have expected such a thing, staying indifferent to the situation. 

On the other hand, Marinette's mood visibly dampened, eyebrows furrowing with concern and shoulders lowering with disappointment. You put your hand on her shoulder, prompting her to look at you, and then gave her a smile. She smiled back gratefully. The teacher sighed, getting up from her chair.

"Alright, class. Settle down, we're starting in a bit." The teacher droned tiredly. You quickly got to your seats, organizing yourselves and once the bell went, you started the lesson.

The teacher was strange. She had black hair, dark eyes, and a smart appearance, though it looked forced and didn't really suit her. She looked extremely tired, to be short. However, she was strict when it came to students not paying attention. She constantly threatened the students with taking their lunchtime away, though in a lazy tone, and instead getting them to join her during that time. She also kept saying that she'd like to keep her lunch too. Most of the students seemed keen to keep their lunchtimes.

However, for you, it was the perfect opportunity.

You pretended not to pay attention, staring out the window and blatantly showing you weren't listening. Sadly, she didn't notice, as you expected. You went for something a little more obvious.

You leaned your head on your arm, closing your eyes. You slowly moved your head off the support of your arm, as if it were sliding down because you were sleeping. You then dropped your head onto the table with a loud bang, your arm flopping down beside you. The loud noise brought you a lot of attention.