The Identity Problem •Luka x Reader x Adrien•

Take-Off

The first thing I registered was the warmth of sunlight on my skin and a subtle humming. It took a solid few minutes of staying in the lucid sleeping feeling before I forced myself to peel back my eyelids. I was greeted with warm rays of sun dancing across the living room and peeking through the curtains.

I was still nestled into Louis's side on the couch, where we had been watching a movie last night. The darker-haired male had his legs kicked up on the coffee table, and his head slumped against the back of the couch. His arm draped over the top of the sofa, and my frame shielded me from his side. The humming persisted from behind us, and in the reflection of the blank TV, I could just barely see Micheal floating around the kitchen.

Against the cardinal need to seek out warmth against Louis's side, I lifted the quilted blanket off of me and struggled up to my feet. Stretching my back until I felt a pop and padded over silently to the kitchen. Micheal had his back turned to me, stringing a low tune together as he poured some coffee into a mug. I walked up next to him and rested my head against the side of his arm lightly.

"Merry Christmas."

He chuckled and set down the pot of coffee.

"Good morning to you, too, and Merry Christmas. You want to help with breakfast; we can't just eat Louis's cookies."

I nodded eagerly, standing upright once again. I pushed up the sleeves of the sweatshirt Micheal let me borrow. Said Blonde, handing me a bowl while he riffled through the cabinets for ingredients.

We worked side-by-side, flipping pancakes and cracking eggs into the pan silently. I was pouring the third round of pancakes when Micheal spoke.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay another day? We could even have Poppy over, too, if it makes you feel better."

I shake my head lightly, adding a handful of chocolate chips to the pancakes.

"Na, it's okay I don't want to overstay my welcome. Plus, I have food I have to cook at home before it goes bad."

"You're always welcome here; it makes me feel better when you are here."

He flipped the egg he was frying.

"I'm sorry you guys worry about me so much."

"It's okay, it's what you do when you care about someone,"

I stewed on this once again; it was a new feeling. Being cared about by an adult like this.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

I perked up at the subject change but nodded hesitantly nevertheless. He cast a glance over his shoulder at his significant other, still snoring lightly on the couch.

"I'm proposing, on New Year's."

I stopped in my mission to backflip a pancake onto the ever-building stack I had on a plate. My eyes widened, and I struggled to stay quiet over the admission.

"Really?! That's so exciting!"

"Yep, I want to recreate our first date and pop the question in front of the bench we met at."

I narrowly avoid burning my pancakes as I listen intently.

"He'll say yes, obviously, then what?"

"Hopefully, a small, intimate wedding, if he says yes, of course."

"You're lucky I'm good at keeping secrets."

"Is that so? Like what?"

He gave a mischievous glance away to me and plated his finished egg. I turn the burner off.