🐞• It was always her secret that the Miraculous ladybug didn’t actually fox everything.

It fixed everything but herself. All that destruction had to go somewhere, right?

It just chose her body for a host. For a junkyard. A trash bin.

The classroom was brightly lit, but marinette couldn’t help but find herself not paying any attention to her teacher, her side and head pulsing in agony as she slowly wrote on her paper.