𝐹𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈 ✧ ᴀ ᴍʟʙ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ

Chapter 4

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ᴋᴇʏ
(ʏ/ɴ) = ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ
(ʟ/ɴ) = ʟᴀꜱᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ
(ᴍ/ɴ) = ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ

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"Good morning everyone." The teacher said after she led you (and Adrien) into the classroom, "Please be quiet for a moment. I would like to introduce you to someone."

The teacher turned to you, "This is (Y/N) (L/N). And she will be staying in our school for the rest of the year. Please treat her with warmth and respect."

"Hello..." The class murmured.

You nodded. The words jamming together in your throat again.

What a nice first impression. You thought to yourself.

✧~ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘ ~✧

"How's your first day?" Adrien asked as you were waiting outside the school.

"Fine." You answered. You actually couldn't really remembered what happened. You just daydreamed through everything.

"Mm..." He said. "I have fencing class... So..."

You looked down.

"It's alright." He quickly added. "I can take you back home first."

You shook your head. "It's fine. I'll manage."

"Hey Adrien." Suddenly, a voice said. You looked up. It was a blue haired boy.

"Hey Luka." Adrien replied.

"Haven't seen you around." He turned to you. "Who are you?"

Adrien said. "Oh, she is-"

"(Y/N)." You answered. And even yourself was shocked. Did you just talked to someone...?

Luka put his hand on the back of his neck. "I might have overheard your conversations so, if you don't mind I can take (Y/N) home."

Adrien looked relieved, but then he turned to you.

"Do you mind?" He asked. "Luka's my friend. He knows where I live."

You nodded. Even though you tried to deny it, some part of you were eager...

Luka smiled at you as Adrien rushed off to his fencing lesson.

✧~ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘ ~✧

"Look, I promise I'm not a stalker or something." Luka said on the ride.

You laughed slightly. Laughed.

He paused. Then he realised you're not going to answer.

He then continued. "Did you just moved here."

You nodded. "Transfer student." You added. That is the made-up story you and Adrien agreed on.

But Luka seemed to sense something was wrong. Yet, he didn't push.

Soon, the outline of the mansion came to sight.

Luka led you to the gate before turning to leave.

Say something. You urged yourself. He seems nice.

"Uh, Luka..." What the hell am I doing!? "I-I... You seems nice... I think I would like to know you more..."

You mentally died. But for once, since you arrived to Paris, not from exhaustion of life but embarrassment.