Based on @ozmav's maribat au
Inspired by @writing-prompt-s' post
One moment, everyone was cornering her, throwing around various accusations-
"How could you slap Lila? Girl, we've been tolerating your jealousy but this is way out of line!" Alya screeched.
"I can't believe you'd sink so low. How could you trigger Ondine's akumatization," Kim growled. "Then bully her into keeping quiet about it."
"How could you just toy with Luka's feelings, Mari? How could you use him like that?" Juleka whispered.
Blame was showered on her from all sides. Fingers overlapping but all pointing towards her. Faces furious, voices wrathful; she might as well have been a witch on trial.
Marinette, how could you?
Backed into a corner with her hands shaking and the world spinning, her eyes bounced around the room. They met two pairs of green eyes; one a bright forest that looked away in guilt, another a dark olive that stared straight at her with haughtiness.
Lila enjoyed seeing the baker's daughter wide-eyed and pale. She relished the melody of panic heard in quick, shallow breaths. She had won, and pathetically righteous Marinette was spiralling.
Pushed over the edge, she was falling and falling and falling
-and then the next, they were all silently retreating, fear reflected in every step.
but she didn't hit the ground.
An unnatural stillness had permeated the air.
The gnix-cus in the class were frightened.
As they should be, Damian thought.
Oh, how she didn't deserve this.
One moment, everything was serene. He sat beside his Angel, watching the various expressions that flit across her face as she sketched-
Her nose scrunched up: he wanted to boop her.
Her eyebrows bunched together: he wanted to smooth out the small crease.
She squinted: he wanted to kiss her cheek and see her eyes round with shock.
He was enjoying himself, but of course, he could never keep nice things.
-and then the next, everyone was shouting at Mari, and his Angel had looked so tiny and feeble against the angered class.
He was livid. He could feel the imminent chill brought by his growing wrath, and he embraced it.
The gnix-cus were horrified, each doing their best to sway their odus away from the noirette. But their efforts were in vain. Only one had access to the power to intervene, and that was not enough.
The room turned frigid with his fury.
The gnix hovered by their screaming odus, apprensive of an enraged aesti but relieved that their odus were out of his reach.
Somehow, the taucn were able to feel the aesti's cold anger. They froze and instinctively recoiled from the pure power directed at them.
The gnix were in a state of disbelief. This was impossible. Everyone knew it was impossible. And yet, it happened right before their eyes.
Fearful and wary, they followed their odus and gave Damian a wide berth.
Who knows what else he could do?
The gnix-cus hoped and prayed that the taucn would learn from this and leave Damian's odus alone lest they dig an even deeper grave.
For no one interfered with Damian.
And especially not when it was his odus involved.