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Emerald St.Pierce

Nicknames: Emi, Angel, Snow Angel, Bunny, Frost, Frosti, Snow Queen, Ice Queen, Khione.

Hair: Light Brown (When Normal), White (When in her Khione Form)

Eyes: Dark green (As Emerald), White (As Khione).

Age- 17

Hobbies: Ice skating/Ice dancing, Cheerleading, Gymnastics, and Photography

Romantic Partner: Luka

Friends: Chloe, Adrien, Luka, Nino, Kim, The Art Squad

Backstory: Emi grew up in Paris. Her parents, being *Insert thing*, allowed her to meet and become close friends with Adrien, Felix, and Chloe (her honorary siblings). Then, when she started school, she became close friends with Nino and Kim (Her best friends). She met Luka in middle school and started dating him during her freshman year of high school. But unfortunately, during her sophomore year of high school, she and her family moved to England to allow her to become a better figure skater. She was gone until halfway through her junior year of high school. After an accident, She is forced to move back midway through her junior year (Season 2) and is so excited to be with her friends again. That is, until her friends start noticing that she has been acting differently. And they can't help but wonder why.

Who is Emerald? Emerald, better known as Emi, is probably the kindest person you will ever meet. She is super smart but doesn't normally act on it. She loves her older siblings, best friends, and Boyfriend. She was trained at a young age to ice skate and is now a figure skater. She struggles a lot with relaxing and giving into some of her urges because her parents, while they love her, want her to be a perfect child and never seem to be happy when she makes mistakes. Because of this, she has trained herself to never show cracks in her "perfect kind girl persona. Now that isn't far off from who she is, as she is always willing to help people and always ready to put anyone and everyone before herself, willing to give up anything for those in need. She always stays calm and pushes her real feelings down so they don't cause problems.

Who is Khione? After Emerald fell into a frozen lake while practicing, She developed ice powers and an entire "separate personality." Khione is Emerald, but colder, harsher, more blunt, and impulsive, able to act on her intrusive thoughts without care. She can be brutally honest, and usually is, as she is the only way Emi's true feelings can be shared. She comes out when it's time to "fight crime" or help the superheroes not be idiots. Khione doesn't usually help with the fights, as she feels as though she isn't needed unless the situation is going to sh*t or her little snowflakes need a push in the right direction. Khione has no problem calling the superheroes out when she doesn't agree with their choices, being mad, or letting them know her opinions, even though she may act like a bitch. She adores the heroes and would do anything to keep them safe from "an emotionally constipated old man who has nothing to do but prey on people with feelings."

Based on Jack Frost, Killer Frost, Jekyll, and Hyde

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The night was dark, the air was calm, and the sky was clear. And this night, the park happened to be completely deserted; the only things around were animals and an elderly woman sitting on a bench nearby. In this park, there was a lake that was frozen solid. The ice was so thick that the old woman couldn't see what it could possibly be beneath. This old woman sat in silence, watching the squirrels enjoy their time outside. Then suddenly the wind began to pick up, blowing leaves off the trees and deserted items off the ground. Then the wind began to howl, shaking the trees where they stood. The elderly woman held onto her hat, making sure it wouldn't blow away. The animals scurried away, hiding from the bluster, and then suddenly it stopped. The breeze calmed down, and the night was quiet for a moment, at least when the temperature dropped into freezing air.

The woman sighed, shaking her head, and began to relax into the seat again when she heard a scratching noise. The noise grew louder; the scratching sound became a loud thumping noise. The woman looked around, trying to find it, when a loud crack rattled through the park, and she realized what it was. The ice on the lake had broken. She stood up and made her way over to the lake, trying to find what exactly could have caused this, but she found nothing. Then something broke its way through the crack. A pale hand clawed at the ice, then one hand became two, and suddenly there was some figure clawing its way out of the ice. As the figure emerged from the icy depths, the woman's heart raced with a mix of curiosity and fear. The frozen figure dragged its way toward the edge of the lake, shivering.

The woman suddenly felt the need to help this poor soul, covered in frost and gasping for breath. She kneeled down and placed a hand on its shoulder. The minute her hand made contact, the figure's head jerked up and gave her a look—a haunting look that shook her to her core. Their eyes suddenly flashed white, and then the woman's world turned dark.

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Emi St. Pierce stood at the edge of her bed, glaring at the items that sat on it. Laying atop the perfectly made bedspread were two outfits she was going to have to choose between before going to school. But she had been struggling with this choice for the last 20 minutes. And normally, Emi wasn't one to really stress about outfit choices, but today was the first time she was seeing her friends and boyfriend in a year. Not to mention that she was really just going to the school to meet with the principal to discuss how the school year would be going for her that year, so whatever she wore had to be appropriate enough to see him as well.

Finally, Emi settled on the outfit on the right: a maroon-colored top and a skirt. It had been something her father had gotten her to wear when she was being forced into going to meetings with her parents. To Emi, it felt suitable to wear for a meeting with Principal Damocles. It wasn't overly fancy or too plain; it was something that her parents would approve of, and to Emi, that's what mattered. She grabbed the other outfit and hung it back up in her closet. She turned back toward her bed and began to get ready for the day. She spent an enormous amount of time finding the perfect accessories and shoes to maintain the professional yet stylish look she was going for. Something that showed who she was and what family she was a part of, he glanced in the mirror, giving herself one last check over, knowing she looked absolutely perfect. She felt confident that her chosen attire would make a good impression on her first day back.

She hummed to herself, making her way downstairs into their basically empty kitchen. Her mother sat at the kitchen bar; her face hidden behind some fashion magazine she had. Emi stood in silence, watching her mother turn the pages of what she was reading. It was tempting to try to force her mother to engage in some sort of conversation with her. But she knew that it would be futile to try, as her mother was way too into what she was reading. Emi sighed, opened the fridge, and, out of impulse, reached for a breakfast sandwich. She went to grab it but paused mid-movement. Her mother had put her on a diet and enforced breakfast shakes for breakfast every morning as they were less "fattening" and made sure that she kept her body perfect—a body worthy of a gold medal figure skater.

Emi's smile faltered. She could try and take the sand, but the sound of her mother's finger snap still rang in her ears from last time. She all but snatched the drink from the fridge. The silence was deafening and took up the entire room. Her mom was unmoving, and it made her anxious. Emi cracked open the bottle and downed it all. holding in a grimace at its chalky taste. Once the bottle was empty, Emi felt as though she had drunk a blended-up blackboard. She tossed it into a bin, growing more antsy with each passing moment.

Emi looked over and coughed. "Mama, I'm going to head out now."

Her mother looked up, giving her daughter a once-over, and before Emi could get a word out, she went back to her magazine. Her smile dropped. Seriously, not even a smile or a goodbye? Emi sighed. What was she really expecting? This is what usually happens when her father is away. Her mother was too absorbed in her own little world to pay much attention to small things like her daughter. Emi grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. fully ready to leave at this point. But right as she grabbed the doorknob, she heard a voice call to her.

"Emerald, please tell your friends. I said hello!"

Emi froze. Her mother had actually pulled her attention away from her own thing to actually speak to her. From over her shoulder, Emi could see her mother smiling at her, but only for a moment before she went back to her reading. She shook her head and turned on her heel to get out of her house as fast as possible. She ran down the stairs and began to make her way to school. Moving as fast as she could. Hurt bubbled in her chest; Emi could feel it. She tried pushing it back down into the box it lived in. Wanting to ignore the pain. She didn’t understand why her mother could want to say hi to Emi's friends but not to her own daughter. It made no sense!

It was the only thing her mother had said to her all morning, as if her mother cared more about Emi's friends than she did about her! She was always with Emi, and yet she never found time to get into discussions with Emi or really spend any time with Emi! Seriously! She spent 20 minutes with Emi in the kitchen and said nothing to her—just read a magazine! What was so special about a magazine that she couldn't say anything to Emi at all? Only paying attention to Emi as she was leaving! But not to tell her to have a good day or something, just to tell her that she wanted her to tell her to tell two of her best friends hello!

Emi turned the corner, all of the joy from this morning gone from her face. A gust of wind blew by and sent a shiver down her spine. She took a deep breath and allowed herself to calm down. Okay... Maybe Emi was overreacting; honestly, she probably was. She got to spend so much time with her mother when she was home. When did her mom seriously get to see them, especially since they hadn't been in Paris for a year? Wouldn’t her mother wanting to say help to her friends mean she liked and missed them as much as Emi had too? Not only that, it was Adrien's first year in public school; her mom was probably also excited about that too! Honestly, what was Emi thinking? How could she have thought that her mother didn’t actually want to spend time with her? She always did; Emi was just overthinking!

Emi straightened her backpack. She didn't have time to overthink today! She had an important meeting to go to where she would be discussing how school would be working with her schedule now that she was spending a good chunk of her time skating and performing in competitions. But after that was done, it meant she was really going to be able to go back to school after a year of homeschooling and training for her figure skating tournaments. She was going to get to see her friends, including her boyfriend, whom she hadn't seen since he came to visit her a few months ago at one of her competitions! Her life was going to be back to normal, or as normal as it could be for her! And she wasn't going to let anything stop her. Not all of her skating comps, not any petty drama, not her parents, and absolutely not the weird thing with the superheroes and villains.

She huffed, stealing her mind, and she began to climb the steps of the school. THE SCHOOL? Emi stooped in her tracks; there before her was the giant staircase of the school. A school she lived 15 minutes away from. When on earth she had gotten to the school, she could have sworn that she had just turned the corner that led to a bakery, not the school. Emi shook her head, trying to clear her mind. Obviously, she was overthinking again. She probably got lost in her own thoughts. She was so lost that she hadn't paid much attention to anything around her. It was no good to get upset at not realizing she arrived at the location without realizing it.

Emi checked the time. She had a good hour before her meeting with Principal Damocles' in his office. For the discussion about how school would be working with her busy schedule, she still had time. Emi fixed her hair and straightened her skirt. She had to make sure it was still styled the way she wanted it and double-check her makeup to see if it was still perfectly flawless. As her mother always said, it was always important to look your best in any situation. After making sure that none of her makeup needed a touch-up, she finished the descent up the staircase.

When She reached the top, walking through the school entrance. The sight she was greeted with wasn't something she was expecting. It wasn't because of the weird monsters Kim, Chloe, and the others had told her about. No, when Emi walked into her school, she found the majority of the student body cleaning. Like on their hands and knees, scrubbing all the years worth of grime away. Emi blinked a couple of times, as if that would make what she was seeing make so much sense. Slowly, she started her way down the other set of stairs. Scanning the crowd for someone she knew? Literally anyone who could give her any clue as to what was going on.

She almost reached the bottom; her gaze settled on a person who stood across the room, grumbling. With a broom in hand, she attempted to sweep. The corner of her lips twitched, and she fought back a smile. Her excitement grew and buzzed in her chest. She quickened her pace, hurtling down the rest of the stairs and all, but ran in his direction. In the center of the room was one of Emi's favorite people of all time. Lê Chin Kim, someone who had been her best friend since she was eight years old. He snatched a rag from a passing student and sniffed it. Emi giggled when he gagged at its smell and chucked it back at the owner. At the laughter, Kim glanced up, and their eyes met for a second. His eyes darted back down, going back to his sweeping and muttering. Then he froze, and his body went rigid. Emi felt like bouncing.

Kim glanced up just for a minute, his eyes meeting Emi's, before darting back down again. Going back to sweeping and muttering, he froze. He stood rigidly for a second, the realization slowly dawning on him. His head rose to look at her again. A few beats of silence passed, and a huge grin overtook his face. A loud, sharp cry echoed in the hall, followed by the sound of the broom being knocked over. Emi watched as Kim rushed toward her, her brain not fully comprehending what was happening, until something basically tackled her. Emi stumbled back, but luckily she didn't fall. Two strong arms crushed her against a chest, forcing her into a bone-shattering hug. This person's jaw was pressed against the top of her head, digging in slightly every time it moved. Which was a lot as Kim was speaking rapidly. fast enough that Emi couldn't make out the words.

She relaxed, the tension leaving her shoulders. She wrapped her arms around him to reciprocate. The hug was nice, the same as it had been before she left. Warm and tight enough that Emi felt as though her ribs were being crushed. But what were a few broken ribs, really? Kim was still chattering away, not truly caring if she heard a thing. Emi blinked, turning her head slightly, catching something coming toward them rapidly. In a flash of blue and red, who on earth could that be? Emi pondered. She racked her brain, finally registering who it was. Just in time for him to launch himself at them. Sending the three of them hurtling to the floor.

After Emi collided with the ground, the first thing she noticed was the throbbing in her head. The second was the sound of witch-like laughter right in her ear. Emi wheezed, struggling to breathe to regain the air that had been knocked out of her. The laughter had to be Kim's; he had such cartoonish cackles. And while she loved him to death, she really didn't feel like going deaf from that. Emi exhaled, attempting to get in as much air as she could possibly get. Slowly sitting up and hissing slowly at the brightness of the room. On her other side, Nino mumbled something, sending Kim into another pearl of laughter.

Emi felt her ears ring, and without a second thought, she reached over and slapped Kim's chest hard enough that he jerked back. He stared at her, offended. Then he looked up at Nino; their eyes met, and an idea formed. Emi frowned at their quietness. Maybe she had done something wrong. Perhaps things had changed more than she thought. She opened her mouth to apologize when Kim suddenly shoved her. Emi fell back into Nino, who cringed and flicked Emi's ear. She snorted at this, realizing what was going on, and raised a hand to hit Nino in the forehead. She was promptly pushed off, and Emi shot back up. This meant war. Emi turned back toward Kim, who had gone back to laughing, and Emi lunged, knocking him over with a screech.

This went on for a while, with the three of them on the ground, taking jabs at one another. They were lost in their own world, paying no mind to anyone around them or how three people were intently watching. The game ended not long later. Emi had stuck her foot out and jabbed Kim with it, hitting him dead in the chest. He stared at her foot for a second, then he dramatically grabbed at his chest, clutching his shirt tightly, and fell back. When he didn't get back up, he was too busy trying to stifle his wheezing. The other two knew the game was done. Emi sat in the silence for a minute, the last of the laughter fading. And she realized she was on the grounds of her school, which was probably disgusting, even though the students were cleaning. That didn't mean it was any less gross. It was most likely the first cleaning it had had in a while.

Emi immediately bounced to her feet. feeling grimier than she should be. To be honest, it was about time they all got off the ground anyway. She offered Nino a hand, and he took it, pulling himself into a standing position, and dusted off imaginary dirt. That left Kim, who continued to lay unmoving on the ground. He was certainly playing up his "I'm Dead" act with how his tongue was sticking out of the side of his mouth. Emi wrinkled her nose. She really hoped that he wasn't going to accidentally lick the ground. Which would happen if he rolled over in an accident. Emi would probably throw up if he did.

She nudged him in the side with her foot. He didn't move a muscle. Emi poked him again, this time a tad bit harder. At that, he cracked his eyes open for a moment, then shut them again. This was the point where Nino was done and decided to take over. He walked over and grabbed Kim by his armpits and started pulling at him, trying to drag him off the ground. As if Nino, scrawny little Nino, was going to be able to do that! Kim was basically dead weight; Nino was struggling, barely lifting him off the ground at all. He looked up at Emi pleadingly, who stood to the side, checking the time on her phone. She hummed, looking up at the sight, and sighed.

"Kim, Get up, you baboon!"

At this, Kim's eyes shot open, grabbing Nino's wrist and, in an instant, yanking Nino down to the ground. Nino let out an embarrassing, high-pitched scream. pulling him down to the ground. Nino shrieked, squirming, and Kim wrestled him to the ground. Moving his wrist around and making Nino hit himself in the face Ignoring how he struggled, he tried to escape his grasp. Emi would have helped if she didn't know better. She knew that if Kim wanted something, you wouldn't be able to get him to let it go. She knew not to get in between them either. If she tried to help, she would be dragged down into the mess, and she really didn't want to roll around the ground again.

“Em Please-” Nino gasped.

“EMI CAN'T HELP YOU NOW, NINO!"

Nino took his hat off and began to attempt to hit Kim with it in an act of self-defense. This didn't work out well, as Kim ripped it from his grasp, tossing it to Emi without looking. She caught it with one hand, no questions asked, and placed it on her head. Nino sputtered and kicked at Kim, who continued to use his hand to make him hit himself. Emi giggled, a feeling of fondness bubbling in her chest. Watching how the two of them messed with each other on the ground. In a way, it reminded her of how they were when they were kids.

The moment, though, was cut short by a cough. The trio froze. Emi looked over her shoulder and saw two girls staring at them. Emi recognized one as someone who Chloe, Nino, and Kim had been in class with. Chloe didn't really like being around her. But the other, Emi, had no clue who she was. But it seemed that they were both upset with her for some reason. Especially the one with red hair, if the way they stood, arms crossed or placed on their hips, a glare was cast over at her. It made Emi feel uneasy; she rocked back on her heels. Casting a look over at Kim, who immediately let go of Nino, scooting back a bit to get away from him,

Nino scrambled off the ground, rushing over to the girl. The two stood rather close and whispered to one another. Emi watched in silence, observing how they interacted and how Nino reached forward and took her hand. The girl's body language had softened greatly once they touched. The girl with the pigtails watched them with a soft smile. Emi bit her lip, messing with her skirt. Nino looked happy; he looked at this girl in a way she had never seen him look at anyone. Emi paused… Something was going on between them; she knew that. He was into this girl; that much was obvious. But she was still confused. Who was this?

Kim had gotten up at this point, having joined the group of them. He looked down at her and smiled broadly. The redhead looked up, seemed to realize they were being watched, and nudged Nino, who turned back toward Emi. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. I was waiting expectantly for some sort of clue as to who these two girls were. He didn't move, making no effort to do anything. Emi moved her hand in a circle, a gesture that made Nino stop. He blinked slowly. He glanced around the circle, then his mouth dropped open into an O’ shape of sorts. Yep, there it was. Now he knows; it just took him a second.

“Emi, this is my girlfriend, Alya." Nino gestured to the redhead. "And Alya, this is my favorite person in the universe, Emerald St.Pierce!"

Emi smiled brightly at Alya, sticking out a hand for her to shake. Alya stared at her for a long moment before nodding in acknowledgement. Emi blinked and pulled her hand back, returning it to her side. Nino exhaled, relaxing and happy that to him all the tension was gone. and began talking. Obviously, trying to start a conversation worked; everyone joined the conversation. Kim made a comment on how he found it unfair that Emi was his favorite and not him. Emi wasn't really listening; she was lost in her own thoughts. While she didn't let it show, this entire thing had definitely thrown her off her groove. With how Alya had looked at her, as if she were an issue... It made anxiety return to her chest, where it buzzed around.

She was happy for Nino. Yes, how could she not be? He was one of the most supportive humans she had ever met! He deserved the world; he was one of her best friends. But this was a big reminder that she had been gone for a year. She had missed a year of their lives and of being with them. She had been gone long enough for Nino to get a girlfriend! A partner that he had chosen not to tell her about! They told each other everything, and it didn't matter how long he had been dating this girl. She only cared that he hadn't brought it up at all. When Luka asked her out, she told him right away. Well after She told her family, obviously. But she immediately ran to his house and told him and Kim.

Emi resisted the urge to gnaw at her lip, something she always did when she was anxious. She wasn't just frustrated by that, though; it had been obvious Kim knew too. So Nino had told Kim, but not her, that he was trying to hide it from her!? Why would he hide that from her though!? What could she have done? Kim threw an arm over her shoulder, drawing her closer. Kim squeezed her a bit, in a way that helped Emi relax a bit; she shook off the thoughts. She was overthinking about it; she didn't need to be upset over anything.

Tuning back in to listen to a story Nino was telling, trying to focus as he explained an experience that the three of them had when they had turned ten, he flooded Kim's house in order to make him a swimming pool. Even though they all had access to the one in town, they just didn't want to ask Kim's mother to take them. Emi focused the story, noticing how Alya laughed whenever Nino said something, and the way Nino practically melted whenever she did so. It was sweet, even romantic.

“Emi!?”

At the sound of her name She jerked, turning around sharply. yanking herself out of Kim's grip. He made a noise, but Emi didn't care, not when somebody was looking for her. The way the person said her name made her heart hurt. It sounded desperate and in pain. The need to comfort this person overcomes anything in that moment. She had to find them. She glanced around rapidly, searching for this person. She could hear the sounds of concern from her friends, but she could care less. Her eyes landed on a human; she knew it was him who called for her. There he was.

He was slowly inching his way toward her. Like a child trying to sneak up on their mother, in his ridiculously bland clothing, his blonde curls are perfectly placed on his head. He looked perfect; of course he did. He was a model, after all. But Emi could see how tired he was,how much he needed her. There were tears in his eyes, barely visible but clearly there. with every step he took. She longed to hug him, comfort him, and go back into the role that was hers. But she waited patiently to see what he wanted first. For a while, he looked unsure and nervous, his hands twitching at his side. He knew what he wanted; he just didn't know how to ask. So Emi held out her arms, welcoming him to come closer. He released a breath, took two steps toward her, and trapped her in a tight hug.

Adrien Agreste held her like a lifeline. His nails dug into her skin, and he pressed his face into her shoulder. Emi reached up, petting his hair and listening to his ragged breaths. Whispering soothingly in his ear, she wanted to bring him any and all comfort he needed. It was her job. It was what she had done ever since they were small. She had to take care of those within her family. That was just what she did. She ran her fingers through his hair, working through the gel that had been used that morning. With a comforting movement, Adrien relaxed a bit, softening the grip he had on her. Retracting his claws, so to speak, she pulled back slightly, rubbing the barely there tears away with the pad of her thumb. His skin was a tad blotchy and red, but he was otherwise fine. Emi then pinched his cheek between two of her fingers, like he was a child. Adrien rolled his eyes. He moved her hand away with a soft laugh that made Emi give him a smile. One that very few got from her.

A little way away stood the group of kids, they had gone back to the conversation from before. Or at least, Nino and Kim did, having seen what was going on before going back to their conversation. Marinette couldn't help herself and kept looking over. There was a pang of jealousy at their closeness. The way that Adrien looked more at ease with her around than anyone else. How she brushed his hair and he all but melted against her. All of the tension had gone in an instant. Something that none of them had been able to do in the last few months. Not even Nino who had become Adrien's best friend within the first month of school.

It was clear that they had to have already known each other. And it had to be long enough that Adrien was comfortable with her. In a way that he wasn't with anyone else. Yet, Marinette had never seen Adrien with this girl. She wasn't in any magazines or his Instagram. Marinette had never seen this girl before today. But somehow everyone kno2s who she was… Nino and Kim were apparently her best friends. It made no sense, if Emi was friends with her people she had known her entire life. There is no reason for Marinette to have not seen her before today. Marinette didn't like that, she didn't like not knowing.

Emi returned, arms now linked with Adrien. Alya raised an eyebrow but said nothing. The duo slipped easily into the conversation, acting as if they had been there the entire time. Nino telling a story, Kim butting in every so often. Emi laughed and offered her input. Adrien would keep nudging her, giving her this smile, Marinette wished he would direct to her. But she wasn't going to get it. She knew that, because she couldn't say anything when it came to Adrien. She fumbled over her words and made a fool of herself every time. So yeah, it sucked to see him so happy with somebody else. Eventually, Emi pulled out her phone and checked the time. She frowned, looking up and around the room for the millionth time.

"Has anyone seen Chloe?" She asked "I have ten minutes before my meeting, and I wanted to see her."

A hushed silence falls over the group. The laughter disappears in an instant. They looked uncomfortable, with Kim and Nino avoiding her gaze, or the disgusted look on Alyas face.. She turned toward Adrien who suddenly found his shoes to be more interesting than the answer to her question. Well this was an interesting outcome, one that she hadn't entirely expected. Yes Chloe wasn't the easiest person to deal with. So Emi knew that there would be some sort of annoyance with it. But this wasn't what she had pictured when it came to bringing up Chloe.

Emi waited for somebody to say something. Nothing, not a single soul said a word. The more time passed the more frustrated she got. It was a simple question. Emi placed a hand on her hip, shifting to change how she was standing. A breeze rushed through the open doors of the school. Blowing away trash from the piles and knocking things over. It made the area a bit colder than it had been before. Her friends shivered at the change in temperature. But Emi didn't move, not noticing the chilling air the brushed passed her legs. She was growing tired of this. This wasn't a hard question, it had an easy answer, and if they didn't know where she was it was fine. But it was clear to Emi that they were just refusing to tell her anything. Just because they weren't that fond of Chloe. Emi’s eyes narrowed, noticing the look that Alya was giving her. Alya then spoke up, though it wasn't what Emi had wanted to hear.

“Why would you want to hang out with someone like Chloe?”

Emi blinked slowly, staring at Alya with a look that made Kim hiss slowly in his throat. Her gaze was one that could kill, This was the final straw she was done with and she would be figuring out where her friend was. She made a move to step forward. Only to be yanked back by her waist. Adrien as if sensing what would happen had grabbed her and pulled back to where he was before she could say anything. Emi made a noise looking up at Adrien who held her in place by his arm.

“Emi, It's getting late. Why don't I walk you to your meeting.” Adrien said cheerfully.

“Adrien- '' Emi gave him a look but he didn't waver.

“ Flower, I promise I will explain later Please”

Emi wrinkled her nose at the idea but softened nonetheless at the nickname and the tone he had used to say it. Something was wrong, something she hadn't seen before, he wasn't telling her something. She nods slowly, finally agreeing to the suggestion. The blonde beamed took her hand, quickly guided her into the other direction of a staircase. Only looking back once to mouth something to Nino who nodded. The two soon disappeared up the stairs leaving the four of them alone. They sat in silence, Marinette watching jaw dropped, beside her Kim kept mouthing the word Flower like the meaning would change. Alya had her arms crossed as she leaned into Ninos side. Suddenly Kim's Phone dings, closely followed by three identical notification sounds. Kim clicked the notification and his jaw dropped.

"Speaking of Chloe, Holy Shit, She is inviting us all to a party at her house."