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Since his mother's disappearance three years prior, Adrien Agreste had truly not known love. Adrien felt other emotions, like hope when his father promised to stop by fencing tournaments, and disappointment when he didn't. Adrien still felt joy and happiness, especially while hanging out with his friends. Sometimes he felt cared for by others, but for three years, he lived absent of love.
Until one day, love fell right into his arms.
When he was eighteen, Adrien spent a lot of time in the school library. If he claimed he was doing his homework after school, Natalie often allowed him to stay and hang out with friends. It was a tiny loophole in his father's master schedule, but since enrolling in public school the trick had served Adrien well.
Sitting at one of the large tables in the center of the aisles with Alya and Nino, the trio heard a tiny grunt coming from a ways away.
Alya rolled her eyes. "That's probably Mari again."
Adrien chuckled and stood up. "I'll go check on her."
Nino shot a wink in his direction, and Adrien's cheeks turned a rosy pink. He quickly whipped away from the table and made his way towards Marinette's weird noises. Turning down one of the rows of library books, Adrien found Marinette, standing three shelves up and attempting to reach a book on the top shelf. The book cases were large, but the tiny shelves gave way to small footholds. Suddenly, Marinette teetered back and forth before letting out a tiny yelp. She fell backwards, and without thinking Adrien surged forward to catch her.
She landed softly in his arms, surprised. Time slowed down around him. Adrien looked down at the small, very beautiful girl in his arms. She was a perfect fit.
Marinette looked up at him with her large blue eyes. "Oh hey Adrien!" She smiled widely up at him. "I didn't see you there!"
Adrien blushed softly, his cheeks still a little red from before. "Well, I was in the area," he joked.
Marinette wrapped her arms around Adrien's neck and pulled herself up to give him a peck on the cheek. "Thanks for catching me!" she said cheerfully. Mari unwound her arms and Adrien accepted the cue to put her down. "Do you think you could reach that book up there on Catherine the Great? I need it for the history report that's due next week."
Adrien smiled down at her and reached up to grab it. In a couple short years he had managed to grow almost a whole foot taller than her. He handed her the book, and the two walked back to the center table. Adrien was surprised. It had only taken him a second to fall in love with a girl he had known for years. What had changed so quickly?
Together the pair sat back down at the table. Adrien's phone began to buzz. He picked it up. "Shit," he mumbled, standing up and grabbing all of his things. He hit ignore, but the phone began to buzz again and he finally picked up.
"Hi Natalie," he paused. "Yes, I remembered. I'm on my way out. Yeah, I'll be one second." He hung up the phone and sighed.
Nino stood up from the table and clapped Adrien on the back. "Don't worry about it, dude. Everything will work out." Nino flashed him a smile. Adrien smiled back softly, said goodbye to his friends, and met his driver outside of the school.
It had started to rain, the weather now reflecting Adrien's sudden shift in mood. He set his head against the car door, trying the best he could to forget the world around him. The real storm was on its way.
Adrien's driver pulled up to his house. Adrien let himself out quickly, attempting to make it past Natalie and straight into his room. The path of least resistance had treated him well recently. The less he saw anyone, the better.
Adrien ran up the stairs and made it into his room, shutting the door quickly behind him. He let out a sigh of relief and turned around to see his father, sitting at his desk.
"Good evening, father." He said curtly, setting his book bag down on his bed.
"Good evening, Adrien."
He looked at the tall, lanky man before him. Gabriel Agreste. Paris's own. The man who built a fashion empire. The man with a resume a mile long, but not one paternal bone in his body. Gabriel stared back, his eyes cold and calculating. Once, Adrien would have disintegrated under his father's gaze, but now he could barely stand the sight of him.
"Do you need something, father?" Adrien knew he must have, or else he wouldn't have bothered to have personally came down. Nowadays the most personal of messages were passed through Natalie.
"As you may remember, your cousin Felix is coming back home to Paris." Adrien tried everything he could do to hide his distaste. "And he is moving into the guest room down the hall. I just wanted to remind you personally that what's ours is his too. I expect you to treat him with the same respect as you'd treat anyone else." Gabriel stood up. "He arrives tonight. Please do behave." Gabriel glided past Adrien without another word, shutting the door behind him.
Felix was an asshole, and that was why his father liked him so much. Every time Gabriel looked at Adrien, he saw his dead wife. But looking at Felix was easy, it was relatable. Every time Gabriel looked at Felix, he saw himself. Of course, having grown up in Gabriel Agreste's household, Adrien was accustomed to the constant, never ending bullshit. Felix would soon become just another person to avoid and ignore. Too many times Adrien had given both Felix and his father the benefit of the doubt, and too many times he had been hurt. Even Adrien Agreste had a limit.
Adrien pushed his book bag on the bed and fell into it face first. Plagg flew out from underneath him, moving up and over his head.
"I can't believe that asshole is moving in," Plagg grumbled. He moved towards Adrien's desk drawer. It was where he stored the camembert. Plagg looked down at Adrien's long blond locks. "Your luck really sucks doesn't it?"
Adrien pushed his face deeper into his pillow. "Two halves of one whole, right?" He groaned.
Plagg chuckled knowingly, and Adrien spun around to face Plagg, propping himself up on his bed. "It'll be fine, we'll figure it out."
Plagg smiled weakly before phasing through the desk drawer. Adrien pushed himself off the bed and reached over to open the drawer; once Plagg got into it he wouldn't be able to phase out with the camembert, and if he got stuck inside again he would overeat and they wouldn't be able to transform for a day or two. For something so ancient and powerful, Plagg was the opposite of everything expected. He was rash and rude, having no apparent godly wisdom to offer. Plagg was a creature of habit, but he made for a good companion.
"Hey," Plagg protested.
Adrien sat down at his desk and opened his book bag. "I'm gonna get started on some homework, but after you finish your camembert I think we should go out for a jog."
Plagg rolled his eyes but agreed. Adrien gave him a half-smile and patted his head. With Felix on the way, life was about to get much harder.
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