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The akuma flew through the sewers, up through a grate, and into the courtyard of the school. It spiraled around Aurore, who was now standing alone by the fountain, her fists clenched.

The akuma flew out, black and frantic. Ladybug caught it with her yo-yo, purified it, and released a white butterfly.

Adrien sighed. He loved his father, but the loneliness in this enormous house was a cold thing. The only warmth came from Plagg’s sarcasm and the secret he carried: Adrien was Cat Noir, a superhero who protected Paris alongside Ladybug.

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Tikki’s red eyes were serious. “You know what to do, Marinette. Spots on!”

The akuma dove into her pendant—a small silver raindrop she always wore.

And somewhere across the city, a boy with green eyes and a secret smiled at the stars, thinking of a girl in red-and-black spots. The akuma flew through the sewers, up through

Nearby, Marinette watched from behind a row of lockers, rolling her eyes. “One day, Chloé, karma is going to hit you like a truck. A very fashionable truck.”

Stormy Weather, distracted by the beauty of the rainbow for just one second, lowered her guard.

“Low pressure? Sounds like my father’s approval rating.” He grinned, but his eyes were sharp. Ladybug caught it with her yo-yo, purified it,

But Ladybug… She was a mystery. He’d seen her only in flashes—a red-and-black blur, a confident laugh, a yo-yo spinning like a comet’s tail. He didn’t know her name, her face, or where she went when the mask faded. But he knew her heart. And that was enough to make him leap out of bed every morning, even before his alarm. Across the city, in a cozy bakery on Rue des Martyrs, a girl with dark blue-black hair tied in pigtails was stuffing a croissant into her mouth while trying to put on her shoe.

“She’s controlling the weather on a macro scale,” Ladybug observed. “If she creates a cyclone, half of Paris could be flattened.”

“I’ll bring the cheese,” he said.

She yo-yo’d away, disappearing into the afternoon light. Cat Noir watched her go, his heart full of something warmer than sunlight.