Equally, Usagi missed the simple joys of being a normal girl. She thought she was done with it after the Dark Kingdom, but that was a fleeting wish. Even coming here to Paris seemed to have its problems.

Disappearing into an alleyway herself, she let a gloved hand rest on her brooch, a flood of pink light and ribbons dispersed her sailor-themed outfit and returned her to her normal clothes.

“Great, now Marinette’s gonna be upset I’m late.” She sighed. Marinette was a great friend, but she figured the girl was getting tired of lateness or even her disappearances.

It was there she heard voices, confusing her. Was someone else here? Oh, no, she was so exhausted she didn’t check—

She slowly turned around to see who was there…

“M-Marin…?”