"I don't see what was wrong with homeschooling," Felix frowned across the dinner table as he slid his omelet from one side of the plate to the other,
"Nathalie," he called out. Their assistant was at his side within a second, "Please take this away and bring me an espresso."
"Of course, monsieur Agreste," she said, beaming down at him.
"Thanks Nathalie," the perky blonde sitting opposite him said, as Nathalie cleared away his empty plate,
"It wasn't the homeschooling Fe," he sighed as he stood up, "It was the isolation. I mean, when does dad ever let us hang out with other kids? I just…" Adrien ran his hands through his hair, "I wanted to feel like I was a normal kid for once."
Felix frowned as he pushed open the door, "Frankly, I don't see the appeal."
Adrien chose to dismiss this comment with a smile and an eye roll, and continued walking down the clean bright maze of halls till he reached their room.
At first glance it was a large basketball court with a few bookshelves lining the walls, but upon closer inspection you would find two individual spaces. One, a neatly made bed with bookshelves to match the plain bookish aesthetic of the rest of the room, and one a wild combination of sports gear and gaming equipment, barely visible beneath mountain of socks.
Felix sat down on his side, brooding silently and flipping through his phone, head resting on a pillow, while Adrien eagerly ran about collecting everything he might need for public school.
The Agreste twins had always done everything together, their birth was a blessing to the world of modeling, particularly their father, Gabriel Agreste, a designer, who had done his best for most of their lives to keep the matching set perfectly intact. They remained at home, with a rigorous diet, an unmovable schedule, and excessively limited contact with the world (with the exception with the mayor's pretentious daughter). That was, until Adrien decided it wasn't good enough for him and ran away. To a school of course. And now, their father had consented to allow him to attend it.
Adrien finished packing and looked over his shoulder at his brother, who still sat sulking, his nose turned up at the mere notion of what Adrien was doing.
He draped his backpack over one shoulder and stood before the tall bedroom doors, staring up at them with sad eyes for a moment, "Bye Fe, he said uncertainly, hesitation creeping into his voice for the first time since he'd enrolled a week before, " I guess I'll see you later," he pushed the door open just a little so that he could slip through without disturbing Felix much.
From behind him came an exasperated sigh, followed by a rather disgruntled, "Hold the door Adrien."
Adrien peeked back at the doors to see Felix pull out a plain black bag from under his bed. He stated, speechless as Felix sauntered into the hall and retrieved a steaming cup from Nathalie, who had seemingly been waiting there for him.
"Thank you, Nathalie," he said.
"Wait you—but you—" Adrien faltered, gesturing between the bag and the door.
"I had Nathalie enroll me last night," Felix replied nonchalantly, "And unlike you, I had the foresight to pack a day ahead of time so as to avoid an unnecessary rush."
Adrien squeezed him in a hug so tight it felt like his ribs may have been crushed, but he bore it silently, a small smile gracing his face as he patted his twin softly on the back, "Now come Adrien," he said, checking his phone before pushing his way to the door, "We have approximately fifteen minutes before we're considered late on our first day."
"This is gonna be great Fe!" Adrien exclaimed as he ran alongside his brother, "We're gonna make tons of new friends." He tightened the straps on his book bag and ran outside to the waiting limo.
"Yes," Felix muttered as he shut the door behind them, "I'm- certain you will."