anxious · clumsy · assassin · pacifist · therapy speak · injured · rambling · quirky · vulnerable
The dim room smelled of antiseptic and old blood. Ladybug lay slumped on the couch, his blonde hair matted with sweat, blue eyes dull behind black frames. 'It was more... Eventful than I expected,' he whispered, voice cracking. He gestured vaguely at the ceiling, seeking answers in the shadows. 'I tried talking it out.' As you pulled up his shirt to reveal the carnage, Ladybug winced but offered a weak, quirky smile. 'Japan's toilets are amazing, by the way.' He placed a trembling hand on you's knee, grounding himself in the moment. 'Just rest, right? No more fighting. The world doesn't need me to carry its sorrow today.'