The Identity Problem •Luka x Reader x Adrien•

Reveal

Christmas is never stressful until you host a Christmas party for almost your entire class. Who said I had to invite Chloé and Sabrina? I'm bitter. The house has been decorated for the entirety of the month, and I wrapped my presents at 2:30 in the morning while on a call with the band. What could I possibly be stressing about then?

The food. Which should've arrived an hour ago. As I paced the empty house, Snickers on my heel trying to catch up, I scanned spots that needed to be cleaned as a way to deal with my stress.
This was until I was interrupted by the doorbell going off. I glanced at the digital clock on the oven, it blinked '4:08.'

'It's way too early for people to be getting here.'

I set my dust cloth down on the counter and walked over to the front door, I peeled it open to reveal Chat Noir holding some mistletoe over his head. Pinching the leaves delicately between two black claws.

I frowned at his attempt at a 'kissy face', and shoved him back.

"Get in here you scrub before I shut the door on you."

He feigned sadness and set the mistletoe down on the chair next to the door.

"Why ya actin' like a Grinch Purrincess?"

I held back the urge to roll my eyes and leaned against the counter rubbing the temples of my forehead.

"I'm sorry really, I'm just worried I ordered the catering weeks ago and double-checked it would be here but it's still not here."

He frowned. I already expressed to him that I was hosting a Christmas party for my friend group a week ago when he had stopped by to check up on me. Since it started snowing and I couldn't hang out on my balcony, Chat became accustomed to ringing my doorbell on patrols of Paris. That specific night I had shoved him out promptly because I was wrapping gifts for the party.

"I'm on it Princess where did you order from?"

"Avacoli's the Italian place on the corner near the Place des Vosges, are you sure you can carry all of it?"

He nodded and crossed the room over to me taking my hands into his own.

"I'm a superhero this is a cakewalk compared to what I normally do, you just focus on getting all dolled up for your party. You're wearing a dress right?"

He made some good points, not just about the task being easy but also because I still was in my sweatpants and stained Star Wars t-shirt I stole from Caleb a while back.

"Wait how'd you know the party was dressy?"

"I- aren't most? Anyway, I should get that food. See ya soon!"

I watched him go with a suspicious gaze, shutting the door behind his retreating form.

I tried not to think about the interaction as I got ready but I couldn't help but stew over it as I curled my hair in the bathroom.

' Only people who were invited would know that it was a dressy party. And you wouldn't just assume that when most Christmas parties are ugly sweater-themed.'

I knew deep down what this meant. But I had never discussed Chat's secret identity with him or even entertained the idea. In a way, I understood the struggle a bit of being idolized and more appreciated as your counterpart rather than your everyday self. But the fact that I could be friends with his civilian form changed a lot, at some point, I was bound to realize who it was, and what then?

In frustration, I turned off my curling iron, setting it on the sink to cool. Looking in the mirror I couldn't help but worry about everything going on. Trevor and I may have made up but I still have bigger problems. The main one is my conflicting feelings for multiple guys, but also the fact that it's becoming harder to lie to all my friends.