"Sensory overload" for Ninette? For the distractions drabbles? Sorry it's two words not one... and I really hope your anxiety chills out soon
When Marinette made it back to her classroom after today’s akuma, Nino was sitting outside of it.
It wasn’t really an odd thing to find him there, headphones clamped tight over his ears and blaring music loud enough to hear all the way across the hall, but it was still somewhat concerning.
Marinette waved a hand in front of his face, wincing when he blinked hollowly at the gesture, and then brought his eyes up to meet hers in slow motion.
He set down his music player (she noticed belatedly that he’d been fiddling with it), and politely removed his headphones. “Yeah bro?”
“Bad day?” she asked softly, knowing he’d be the one wincing if she raised her voice.
He waved a hand, smiling reassuringly. “Just a long one.”
It wasn’t even noon yet.
Asking, “Anything I can do?” got her the requisite headshake.
“Nah,” he murmured roughly, blinking again in that movie slow-mo’ way he did sometimes. “Just need a minute.”
“Okay,” said Marinette, making a mental note to tell Ms. Bustier that Nino was in the bathroom—he hated letting people know about this stuff.
“Where were you?” he asked, idly curious.
A nervous laugh leaped out of Marinette’s throat, about three decibels above Nino-approved volumes. “O-oh, you know! J-just… around.”
He blinked at her again, nonplussed smile floating around his mouth. “Okay, dude.”
Marinette resisted the urge to bury her face in her hands. Thank god for Nino and his don’t-ask-don’t-tell policies.
“I’m gonna.” She gestured at the door. “School.”
Nino nodded, and picked up his headphones again.
Marinette opened the door as quietly as she could, and left Nino to his decompression.