The halls of Collège Françoise Dupont buzzed with excitement as everyone eagerly anticipated the return of their idol. No one had expected that in just a year and a half, Marinette Dupain-Cheng would become a nationwide sensation. Soon, the halls were filled with cheers, squeals, and phones raised to capture the moment. And there she was—Paris’s very own idol—striding confidently up the school’s steps. Her hair, now mid-back, was styled half up, half down, with the upper half in pigtails tied with baby pink ribbons. She wore a baby pink sweetheart neckline top, a matching skirt, white leggings with hearts, and baby pink Mary Janes with heels at least four inches tall. It was clear she had changed. Her intense training had given her the ‘idol body’—lean, toned, graceful. Her thighs, while not overly muscular, were shapely, reflecting the countless hours of dance and workouts. The definition in her arms and legs, paired with her newfound confidence, radiated strength.

As Marinette stepped through the entrance, her presence lit up the school. Students paused, eyes wide, some gasping, others whispering excitedly. She wasn’t just a high school student anymore—they had all witnessed her rise to stardom. Despite her fame, Marinette remained warm and kind, greeting friends with her familiar smile. But not all eyes were filled with admiration. A few girls exchanged jealous glances, eyeing her outfit, body, and poise. They whispered behind their phones, trying to hide their discomfort. Marinette, however, was unbothered, already thinking about her packed schedule. Despite the attention, she cherished moments like these when she could simply be herself amidst the whirlwind of fame.

People called out to her. Girl 10: "Marinette!!" She squealed, trying to get close, but the crowd wouldn't let her through. Boy 4: "Marinette! PLEASE DATE ME!" He called desperately.

Marinette: "..." She smiled uncomfortably, making her way to the lockers.