All my fics get an update cause it's my birthday and that means people reading my stories all get a gift! Yay! I hope you enjoy this! Also, this story is...Well, finished. It started out as a silly little idea, I meant for it to be so short with almost no real plot, it got out. So, yeah. If you liked my silly little idea, I'm glad.

Five:

A class teacher stared at her board. Writing, huge and small, fancy and plain, all and nothing, covered her board so thickly it was hard to even read. Her students, most of them slightly inky from a marker fight that had broken out a few minutes ago, all with their arms crossed, proud of their work. Miss Bustier gave them all a smile.

'You've all done so amazingly, I'm proud of each and every one of you. But, while I consider all your points, I'm going to ask you to continue on with your math work from yesterday."

Reluctant and slow, the kids trudged back into their seats. Miss Bustier began trying to decipher the madness. On a clean piece of paper, she divided points into two columns. She found a few things repeated again and again, drawings of flowers, faces, love hearts, cats, bugs, and, hidden by the words surrounding it, a love note. She rubbed her whiteboard clean and smiled at her sheet of paper. Her students were such individuals. According to the other teachers in the school, they were one of the most difficult classes to deal with. If you asked her, that was nonsense. You just needed the right attitude. She checked the sheet again. Well, the uniform side had won, undoubtably. That was clear. Now, how to compromise. Ah!

"Well, the results are in."

Heads snapped up. Eyes zeroed in. Pencils dropped.

"It's a tie!"

A chorus of frustration rung out.

"BUT!"

She waited for them to calm down.

"We will be having a once a month MUFTI day."

"Huh?"

"What's that?"

"Muffins what?"

"Once a month, bring in a gold coin donation and you can wear whatever you want, even a special costume! We will donate the money to a charity of your choice."

A few hands shot up.

"I said MUFTI, it means street clothes, I'm sure Marinette will still make muffins for it if you ask her nicely."

The hands went down.

The next weeks MUFTI day was a huge success, despite the agony of explaining to Chloe that gold coin donation and gold bar donation weren't the same thing. All in all, even with the uniforms, life continued largely as normal. Less people got lost on excursions, Chloe was just a tiny bit quieter but regained her confidence quickly, and Miss Bustier was happy. Life was good.

Well, until that time with the Muffin Man akuma.

Sorry, that's another story.

Happy birthday to me, thanks for reading. I call it MUFTI day and bring in a gold coin donation where I live, but perhaps you call it something different. I hope you still get it, though.

~Madei