Post fight care

Whaddup suckers!
Back with a new chap!
Some self indulgent DJWifi, I hope that's okay with you xD But I really need to get back into writing and these two dorks are actually helping me massively, so, bear with me here xD
Anyway!
I'm updating, surprisingly so! That was a damn fast year, happy Halloween 2020 and shiz lololol
Enjoy!

"Oh my god, Nino, I was worried sick! Where did you go during the fight?!", he squinted his eyes at Alya's reaction while Master Fu was busy removing the bandage around the hand that didn't hold his phone.

"… I, uh-… I ran away, Alya. I was scared."

"You could've just told me that, I would've turned around with you!", she yelled now, making Master Fu smirk silently. The deadpan Nino sent through the silent line was enough to make Alya visibly roll her eyes, "… Okay, maybe I wouldn't have turned around with you. But I at least would've liked to know before you bolted."

He just sighed, nodding gratefully at Master Fu who now started rolling up the bandage, revealing healed skin.

"I'm sorry, Alya.", he mumbled, "I didn't mean to leave you behind like this. The car came flying and I just-… Wanted to get away."

His own lie made him cringe as it was now his girlfriend's turn to sigh. He wished he could tell her why he ran away, and he really didn't want to take the role of a scaredy-cat now, that he had a secret identity to keep. A second life in which he was needed to be courageous. He already saw it coming how the acting would fuck with his head.

But she didn't seem to catch on, much to his relief. Master Fu had told him about the magic keeping the veil over their secret identity, so nobody could actually tell. Actually, Alya went quiet for a while, giving him the chance to warm up a little by drinking a bit of his tea, while waiting for her to speak up again.

"… Was it because of that panic attack?", she asked slowly, and immediately made him feel guilty again for leaving her behind like this.

But he had a secret to keep from her now. He had a responsibility now, a second life, and he had to keep it from her at all costs. Not to endanger her or his family. Or his friends' lives again. Especially Adrien's life. Hawkmoth couldn't know another one in the class of his son was a superhero. The connection was too obvious.

"… Nino?", she tried again and he snapped out of it.

"Y-Yeah. Because of the panic attack."

Again, silence filled their call and he shared a glance with Master Fu, feeling entirely uncomfortable in his skin. He had to make her believe it had been because of the panic attack, otherwise she wouldn't get off his tail. Nothing against Alya, but even regarding her loved ones, her reporter curiosity sometimes got the best of her.

"Are you home?", she asked now and he squirmed under the raw worry in her voice, feeling that she was ready to put on her jacket and go to him.

"Uhm. Yeah. I'm home. Wanna meet?", Master Fu looked up to him and squinted his eyes, making Nino helplessly shrug.

"I'll be right there!", she sounded relieved, so relieved he wanted to cry.

"O-Okay, see you in 15.", his reply already got swallowed in the final beeping sound, signaling him she had hung up, probably to hurry over to him. With hunched over shoulders he finally met Master Fu's gaze and gulped, seeing the old man huffing at his rash response.

"You'll need to hurry, young Nino."

The boy sighed in exasperation and nodded, trying to get up but finding himself unable to at first. It needed a helping hand from his master and a bit of work to get to his feet, making him groan.

"I'm sorry, Master Fu… But she would've been suspicious if I hadn't been home."

The old man just nodded at that, completely understanding, but Nino could tell he was not exactly happy about letting his student go that quickly after his first Akuma attack, especially when being in a hurry.

"Yes, I understand. She is worried, she wants to make sure you are fine. But what are you going to tell her about this?", he gestured to Nino's blue jaw, making the boy flinch.

"W-Well… I fell over some street barriers? Or some stairs while looking back?"

He thought he could see a slight smirk on the old man's face before he turned his back to him, to put back the bandage from where he had taken it.

"I see, your lies are about as much believable as Ladybug's."

Nino rolled his eyes to that but nodded, humming.

"Yeah, yeah, just laugh about me. Wayzz, Shields up!", with a flash of green he transformed and groaned at the shield resting on one of his many bruises. The master just sent him a smirk, before pushing a tiny tube into his hand.

"This one will help with the bruising. And tell Chat Noir that you will need to learn how to cushion a fall and absorb a hit. Alright?"

Carapace nodded, waving at Master Fu with the small tube, then he jumped out of the back window, quickly getting onto the roofs and running back home. On his way he passed Alya, who thankfully didn't look up and was a good ten minutes away from his home still, so he went ahead, transformed back in a hidden doorway, only to "arrive home" for his parents.

Luckily, they didn't question why he was already back home, since they had heard of the Akuma attack earlier today, and he managed to get to his room relatively quickly, so his mom wouldn't see his jaw. With a relieved sigh, he closed the door behind him, then he gave Wayzz a small bowl of sunflower seeds which he hid behind some books in his cupboard, as the doorbell already sounded through the apartment. Alya was here.

With a grimace he sat down on his desk chair, pretending to be on the computer, and to be out of direct view from his door, then he waited for his mother to call him and let him reply to just send Alya to his room.

Luckily, just a few seconds later, Alya entered the room without his mother, mindfully closing the door behind her, only then Nino dared to turn around and immediately shush her before she would react loudly.

Alya, being the quick thinker, only lifted her hands to her mouth, then she crossed the room and gingerly took his face between her hands, cupping his jaw so softly he almost didn't feel it.

"Oh gosh Nino…", she exhaled, and he already saw her eyes getting a little wet at his condition.

"D-Don't worry.", he tried with an apologetic smile, "It's just a bruise. In two days, it'll be gone. Just, uh, mom doesn't know about this and I'd like to keep it that way."

Alya scrunched her eyebrows together but decided to say nothing as of now, just inspecting his jaw and swallowing back her tears, then she squinted her eyes at him.

"… What happened?", her voice was dangerous.

"U-Uh, I tripped. When I ran away. It's okay though, really.", he tried, not really keeping his voice stable enough for his taste, but for her it seemed to be enough. He gulped inconspicuously as she turned away, running her hands through her hair.

"God, Nino, what am I supposed to do with you?", she groaned so he not really quickly got up and pouted at her when he grabbed her hips, turning her back to him to catch her eyes.

"Well… Ladybug and Chat Noir can't exactly keep me from tripping… And, I mean, shouldn't you be happy you don't have to worry about a plus one in a fight?"

His attempt at a smile was quickly overshadowed by her devastating deadpan, so he already shrunk together at the scolding he'd get from her, but instead she just deflated, resting her shaking head against his chest and lifting her hands beside it, brushing over his shirt.

"… Just look out where you're going…", she pleaded, and he earned her rolling her eyes when he made a joke.
"You really wanted to blame me for falling over a couple of stairs just now?"

She gruffly pushed against him but made sure to keep close, still leaning her head against his chest.

"Don't test it, Lahiffe. Just don't test it."

He laughed and kissed her head as she mumbled the same question as before, wondering what she should do with him, then he nudged her forehead.

"You could kiss me?", he suggested as she leant back to look up to him, already grinning painfully at the little smirk on her lips. She gave up on pretending to still be angry, he felt it, and gave him a tiny peck on the cheek, being well aware of his bruise not to pain him any more than necessary.

"That'll have to do for now. Let's get on the bed."

He suggestively waggled his eyebrows which just earned him a look, then he lied down and offered to cuddle with her, which she accepted in relief.

Softly, Alya's weight pushed down the mattress beside his hips, then he felt her lying down on her side, resting her head on his shoulder and pulling her legs up, nudging him to rest his legs over hers.

"… That feels way better…", he admitted, glad to be off his feet for today, and to be in a position that hurt considerably less than the hard mat on Master Fu's floor.

"And now, the therapy session is a go.", his girlfriend mumbled in his arms, closing her eyes while she yawned.

"Hm, you didn't sleep as much. Say, what is keeping you up at night?"

He chuckled at the light pat on his chest that she gave him instead of another push, appreciating her being so soft right now.

"No, I mean, your therapy session. What was that about before the fight? That panic attack you had?"

He huffed and looked up to his ceiling, his eyes wandering over the remains of small plastic stars that he had stuck on the walls and ceiling as a little kid, which could glow in the dark.

"Eh… You know… Old memories.", he replied vaguely and immediately felt her hand sliding up his chest to the point where Hawkmoth had stabbed him. It annoyed him to push that scar, that memory, back up in their heads and to repeatedly direct the talk to this topic, but he couldn't help it. It was the perfect cover up for his secret identity and he needed her to believe he was becoming genuinely scared of Akumas now, to absolutely rule out any possibility of him being Carapace.

It was the easiest way, and he had the opportunity of pretending this trauma was the reason for him to stay away from fights.

Well, it wasn't exactly untrue, he knew that. The panic attack had been real, and it had been based on that event, that much was true. Well, and the responsibility of having to fight his very first Akuma as a real team member and of course the crushing fear he'd felt of now having to be an actual part of the fight. It had been easy, watching and standing by the sidelines, cheering for his childhood heroes back then. And it had still been easy when they had grown up, coming to the mindset of carelessness, where he had the attitude of "Ladybug and Chat Noir will handle it anyway, what's there to care about".

It had of course changed when the Miraculous cure had gone missing along with Ladybug, when every damage had started to stay, and when he was suddenly forced to be in a lot more fights than he had felt comfortable with.

The Desertifier incident was a perfect example of that. He had finally felt, for the first time, how stressful it was to be in the middle of a fight, and he had finally understood how bad it had been for Ladybug and Chat Noir these past years, how hard these months alone had been on Chat, actually.

But he had still not been a prime target on the Akuma's radar.

He had still been a harmless civilian, a wannabe hero, and most importantly, not a threat.

Now, with his suit, his shield and his new powers, he posed a threat in the Akumas' eyes and he knew, now he was gonna be a target, worth the attention of a fighter, not a bystander.

Of course, this was scary.

Not that he could actually tell Alya that, of course. He'd have to explore the trauma idea more.

"… Does it still hurt sometimes…?", she suddenly asked, her speech mumbled because her mouth was pressed against his shirt, her face squished against his chest. It was not at all what he had expected, hence he spluttered for an answer before trying to calm his beating heart at the sudden intimacy with which Alya talked to him about this.

She was normally not one to beat around the bush, he had gotten to know her as a very straight-forward girl and he knew she didn't have a stick up her ass. Insults, slurs, lewd topics, even black or coarse humor wasn't a problem for her. She wasn't going to mince matters.

But being open about problems?

Actually, talking about stuff that weighed down on her, or telling people honestly that she didn't feel good about a thing that happened, that was not her style. It was connected to a lot of effort for her to voice something like that so he naturally was a bit taken aback at her asking him that so openly. Especially since he sensed where the talk would go.

"… I-I mean-… Yeah, sometimes…? Like, when I think back at it, or have a nightmare about it… Or when I'm reminded of something similar… Then it kinda hurts. What about you?"

He gingerly touched her arm resting on his chest, over the multiple little cuts that still visibly stood against her brown skin with a faint, unnatural silver, as if they had just a few weeks ago. They both knew, even if they had healed off completely, that she would forever wear them as a reminder of the Cataclysm bursting through her skin, and he knew they still sometimes flared up, making her flinch, when she was too close to Chat's magic.

Alya merely nuzzled close as a response to his question, humming in discomfort, making him cuddle her closer and almost pull his hand away from hers, just when he felt her holding onto his fingers.

"… Sometimes…", she hesitantly spoke up, keeping her face hidden from him, not having to make eye contact. He knew she didn't like that during the few real talks they had, "… I don't wanna admit it… But maybe Plagg's right about them being magical… Maybe I should see him about that again…"

Nino nodded and closed his eyes, to make her feel more at ease with him not pressuring her to look at him.

"… Maybe… Though, he did have the theory that Chat's Cataclysm in that Observatory pulled out all the remaining magic. Since, it only adds up to destruction, doesn't stop it."

Alya huffed and nodded, then she pulled her hand out of his to wrap her arm around him, resting it over his stomach and holding him close.

"… Yeah, maybe… Oh well. Plagg said if I keep away from magic, I'll be fine either way, so, even if there's something left inside my body, I'll be fine."

With a heavy sigh he nodded at that, then he made eye contact with Wayzz in his bookshelf, pressing his lips together.

"… S-Sure… If you keep away from magic…"

He could only hope Plagg meant the black cat's destructive magic. But he'd have to ask Master Fu about that.