In his defense, he lasted a grand total of fourteen hours, which, in Nino's oh-so-humble opinion, is way more than any sane person had a right to last after discovering what he discovered.
Fourteen hours ago, he was perfectly okay to shrug off what he just saw. He told himself he'd be chill. Totally, one-hundred-percent chill.
So what if one of his closest friends transforms into an ass-kicking, red-spandexed superheroine on a near-daily basis to defeat magical-butterfly-infected villains? So what if he stumbled upon a secret he never meant to? It was cool. Totally, one-hundred-percent cool. He was cool. Totally.
Thirteen hours ago, he lied on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Ignorance truly is bliss, he thought. Never had …show more content…
He knew how dangerous it was to know Ladybug's identity. Not only for him and everyone he associated with but for her and her partner as well.
And that was the problem, wasn't it?
Eleven hours ago, he found himself pacing, fear constricting his chest and threatening to send him into a full panic. He had tried not to think about it. Mari obviously knew what she was doing, right? She had to. She was Ladybug.
(Fuck. Marinette was Ladybug).
Ten hours ago, he realized he'd been refreshing his newsfeed obsessively since he discovered Ladybug's identity. Growling in frustration, he eventually tossed his phone aside and snuck onto the family computer to scour every last inch of the Internet, hoping beyond hope he wouldn't read that his friend's body had been found in a gutter or something.
Because no amount of pep-talking could prevent the horrifying truth from taking root in his mind. Marinette—his friend—was Ladybug, and she was in danger. All. The. Time.
(But she had Chat Noir too, didn't she? She wasn't alone. She wasn't…)
Eight hours ago, he finally dared to wonder, God. Holy shit. Who else knows?
(No. Nope. He didn't want to think about that
Fourteen hours ago, he was perfectly okay to shrug off what he just saw. He told himself he'd be chill. Totally, one-hundred-percent chill.
So what if one of his closest friends transforms into an ass-kicking, red-spandexed superheroine on a near-daily basis to defeat magical-butterfly-infected villains? So what if he stumbled upon a secret he never meant to? It was cool. Totally, one-hundred-percent cool. He was cool. Totally.
Thirteen hours ago, he lied on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Ignorance truly is bliss, he thought. Never had …show more content…
He knew how dangerous it was to know Ladybug's identity. Not only for him and everyone he associated with but for her and her partner as well.
And that was the problem, wasn't it?
Eleven hours ago, he found himself pacing, fear constricting his chest and threatening to send him into a full panic. He had tried not to think about it. Mari obviously knew what she was doing, right? She had to. She was Ladybug.
(Fuck. Marinette was Ladybug).
Ten hours ago, he realized he'd been refreshing his newsfeed obsessively since he discovered Ladybug's identity. Growling in frustration, he eventually tossed his phone aside and snuck onto the family computer to scour every last inch of the Internet, hoping beyond hope he wouldn't read that his friend's body had been found in a gutter or something.
Because no amount of pep-talking could prevent the horrifying truth from taking root in his mind. Marinette—his friend—was Ladybug, and she was in danger. All. The. Time.
(But she had Chat Noir too, didn't she? She wasn't alone. She wasn't…)
Eight hours ago, he finally dared to wonder, God. Holy shit. Who else knows?
(No. Nope. He didn't want to think about that