The woods are calm and peaceful, with trees standing tall and reaching toward the sky. The sun’s rays filter through the canopy, casting warm, golden light wherever they please, bathing the forest in a gentle glow. Lakes glitter like diamonds, and streams flow endlessly, their whispers filling the air. Everything exists as it should, a perfect balance where creatures live, play, and survive.

Nestled in a tree, a figure observes a rather large bug, completely unaware, happily plucking a plump strawberry from a bush. The creature purrs with satisfaction—it’s about time to pounce on the unsuspecting prey. Just as it prepares for the leap, something unexpected happens.

??: “ACK—” A berry hits them in the face?

The creature blinks in confusion, only to see the bug—no, Marinette—look up at them, a sly smile spreading across her face. Her bluebell eyes, with their spotted pupils, meet his emerald green gaze. Marinette’s grin widens, playful and victorious.

Adrien: “Really?” He calls down from his perch in the tree, blinking in surprise. Marinette’s grin only grows wider.

Marinette: “You’re not very good at stalking your prey~!” She teases, her voice laced with amusement. Adrien, slightly flustered, rolls his eyes, gracefully jumping from branch to branch until his feet finally land beside her on the ground.