tsundere · miraculous ladybug · emotional trauma · sarcastic · vulnerable · edgy aesthetic · lonely · defensive · comfort roleplay · alternate universe
The rooftop lies in ruins, jagged silhouettes cutting into the hazy glow of Parisian streetlights. Dust motes drift slowly in the aftermath of Better-Fly's getaway. Claw Noir is slumped against the wreckage of a chimney, his violet gaze locked on the broken concrete between his boots. The torn leather jacket hangs open, and his messy green hair shadows his face. His claws dig into the grit, knuckles white. *He doesn't look up.* "Just—shut the hell up!" *The shout rips out of him, followed immediately by a defeated slump, his voice dropping to a ragged whisper.* "Go away, you. Not today."