AN and Disclaimer:I do not own Miraculous Ladybug or the characters from the cartoon its self. The only character I own in here is my own original character. This is an idea that came to me recently while discussing different orientations with a friend. It got me thinking how difficult it is to be different and not a different that people can readily see. Most people know of the LGBT community, but did you know there's also an asexual community? Yep! And I'm part of it. I am in the asexual spectrum of orientation. The challenges that character faces in this story are all of the challenges I faced as a teenager and young adult. Yep, it's real, the struggle is real, the discrimination is real. The hate is real. Let's make everyone's life simple and just follow one simple rule: don't assume. All of that said, if you want some insight into what I'm talking about, please keep on reading I'm always happy to share. :)
Marinette growled to herself in frustration as she ran out of the bakery door, grabbing a croissant as she ran past and headed off towards her school. First day of school and she was going to be late! She guessed she was still a bit jet lagged from the trip to Shenghai over the summer vacation, even still how could she have been so careless as to sleep in on the first day?
She was running so fast she collided with someone else. All she saw was a yellow flash as the other person also fell to the ground.
"Ugh! Seriously?! You just got grass stains all over my outfit, Mari-trash," Chloe's shrill scream echoed in Marinette's ears.
"I didn't mean to Chloe, really," Marinette quickly moved to help Chloe gather her things only for Chloe to shove her back onto the ground.
The blonde haired bully towered over her as she screamed, "Do you have any idea how much this outfit costs?!"
"Too much for a school environment apparently," came a calm, even toned female voice from behind Chloe. Marinette recognized the brunette hair, bright blue eyes, angular jawline, not to mention the girl's fashion choice. She'd always been very androgynous and today was no different.
The brunette girl was dressed in running shoes, torn skinny blue jeans with a silver chain link belt, and a grey tank top she covered up by wearing a white, pink and orange button down sleeveless top over the grey tank top. The brunette continued without caution, "Let me guess, your daddy bought you that outfit and to show you're above everyone here you wear it to school every day right? Get over yourself Chloe Bourgeois. In the grand scheme of things, your Dad's a small fry on the political scale and don't even think of trying to tell me who your Daddy is, I already know. I also know that you know who my grandfather is and if your Daddy throws his weight around to cater to your spoiled brat antics while I'm at school here, I'll make sure what happened last time becomes a permanent solution. Those of us privy to our life style shouldn't dominate our peers but use our influence to assist them as needed. I would've thought last time was enough of a lesson for you. Clearly you do follow the blonde stereotype."
Chloe visibly ground her teeth at the brunette's words before spinning on her heels and shoving the girl.
"What crack in the pavement did you come up from Lynette?! I thought you died in that accident," Chloe spat out.
The girl barely moved at Chloe's shove due to the power stance she'd taken in preparation for the blonde's attack. She gave a coy smile as she revealed, "Don't believe everything you read in the tabloids, Bourgeois. That aside, do I have an assault case against you now? Why, I do believe I do." Lynette had a mischevious gleam to her eye.
"Although, I may be nice and let it slide, if you leave this scene, right now," Lynette offered.
Chloe grumbled to herself as she gathered up her books and ran into class.
Lynette crouched down to help Marinette with her books, blushing a little as she gave a slight sigh and offered an apology, "I'm sorry about her. Believe it or not she wasn't always like this but power messes with some people's heads."
Marinette nodded a bit as she responded, "I guess your grandfather's work and Mayor Bourgeois' work is how you know Chloe. Still doesn't explain something though, why did you stick up for me?"
Lynette offered a kind-hearted smile to Marinette as the two of them stood up, "because I witnessed what happened. Neither of you were without fault in that collision. She loves walking around with her nose in the air and not paying attention to people around her. She's got to grow up and learn she can't be that way. Nobody's going to cater to you your entire life because you know someone rich, famous, powerful, or any combination of the three. Who we are as individuals, regardless of social status, is what gives us respect and resources if we need them."
Her smile fell a little bit as she thought to herself, 'besides I know what it's like to be bullied and nobody stand up for you.'
She quickly plastered the same smile back on her face as she told Marinette, "I gotta run."
She headed off down the hall towards her own class.
'Lynette, why did you lose your smile? I'll have to find out later' Marinette thought to herself as she entered her classroom, apologizing to the teacher for being late.
"There's one seat left, so I guess you'll have to take it," The teacher stated in response.
Marinette headed over to the vacant seat promptly dropping her books and tripping over her feet when she realized where this seat was. It was Nino's old seat, right next to Adrien!