After the akuma attack, a normal Sunday bloomed the next morning. That day, you unpacked your clothes and set up your room.

With your belongings scattered around, you shockingly felt this foreign place become a potential safe area. However, it felt embarrassing to ask your mom if she owned a sewing machine.

Thankfully, she did, a newer one, so after a chatty call with adrien, you finished your mask during the depths of the night.

You worked so hard on the finished piece you fell asleep an hour before your alarm.

It was a beautiful Monday morning in Paris, various shades of pinks and oranges blending the perfect mixture to create a sunrise. The light snuck past your curtains, coming in as an unavoidable brightness.

To put the cherry on top, your alarm blared, making it the moment you felt yourself internally die.

Under the sheets hid the highly sleep deprived and unmotivated teenager— aka, you.

Your hand reached out to blindly turn the alarm off, your eyes drooping to fall back asleep.

"Why do I have an alarm..?" You croaked to yourself, suddenly feeling your heart drop.

"School" you groaned, attempting to curl into a ball and hide within the warm blankets.

You were so close to the edge of the bed you ended up falling off, landing hard on your knees. It shook the small perfume bottles and colorful pens in the room.

"Ah! Shit.." you rubbed your eyes aggressively, finally taking a staggering stand.

Standing up so quickly made your vision black out your surroundings, causing you to sigh in disappointment.

'Stupid iron deficiency..'

A gentle knock came from the door, accompanied by a concerned voice coming through,

"Honey! Are you okay?" Your mother asked, wondering whether she should call an ambulance.

Your brain didn't process what she said until a few seconds went by, making you slur a response,

"Yeah, sure, I'm awake. I'm good" you patted your cheeks, looking through your closet to find the most comfortable clothes you could find.

"Well, alright sweets, I'll be downstairs making you breakfast! You can't go to school on an empty stomach" She chirps, her footsteps fading when she walked down the stairs.

You picked out one of your newer hoodies to wear to school, randomly pulling out an outfit that seemed at least decent.

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After falling asleep on the table after breakfast, you were off to school dressed nicely.

You had on your oversized black jacket with a graphic tee underneath, layered chain necklaces that obviously weren't real, but, fashion.

You felt like a sore thumb among the crowd who wore much simpler clothes, making you stand out with your modern choice of clothes. You fiddle with a dangling earring anxiously.

'California did this to me' you thought miserably as you felt peoples occasional stares.

Thankfully, you were mostly busy texting adrien the lifeline during your walk to prison.

Crackaroach:
I'm being stared at rn and I'm internally screaming

Guccimodel:
I wish I could help but you're in California :(

Crackaroach:
Fly here you cOwArd

Guccimodel:
My father wouldn't let me, (name). Come to Paris instead!

While you typed away with your fast thumbs, you mentally decided that it'd be best to tell adrien you were in Paris later on. You'd be prepared, and hopefully less sleep deprived.

Besides, it wasn't likely he'd go to your school anyway.

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You arrived at the long set of stairs leading into the school, the mere sight ticking you off. Why so many stairs?

Students eyes were glued to you of course, and you mentally cursed at how many students attended. It wasn't exactly many, but enough to make your skin itch.

'Yeah, I'm out' 

With that, you rushed up the stairs, accidentally bumping into someone on the top step.

"Oh, I'm-"

"Watch it, loser! Do you know how much this outfit cost?" A blonde chick hissed at you, her ginger friend leaning on her with crossed arms.

Without a word, you brushed past the two of them, already feeling irritation bubble up in your chest.

"Hey! How DARE you ignore me! Do you know who I am?" She screamed from behind you, and you rushed into the closest room.

Turns out, the closest room was the girls bathroom, oddly spacious and seemingly empty.

You rushed into a stall and locked it, leaning against the door in exhaustion. Your vision doubled, making you see two toilets.

Your head spun once again, pounding heavily at your skull.

"I am..so fucked" you breathily mumbled, continuously rubbing your eyes.

Looks like you really do need sleep.

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Adrien got out of his drivers car, shutting it behind him.  He walked up the long set of stairs to be met with nino, who seemed excited about something.

"Dude! Did you hear?" He nudged the blondes arm, making him shake his head in confusion.

"No..what?"

"There's a new student here, everyone's been talking about it" Nino informed, and Adrien smiled.

"Oh, that's cool. I hope they end up being a nice person" he replied positively, curious to see who'd come around.

After hanging around the inside the school, the bell for class rung. Everyone automatically walked up to the second floor, adriens class being the most talkative about the new face they saw.

Everyone made it inside the classroom and situated themselves down in their seats, murmuring coming from every direction.

"Now, now, settle down students. Today, we have a new student. But they seems to be a bit-" the teacher was cut off,

"I'm sorry I'm late! I-I got lost.." a frazzled teen burst into the classroom, pushing their glasses up the bridge of their nose.

Ms. Bustier smiled sweetly at the nervous student, motioning for them to come in.

Adrien felt his curiosity burst through the roof, absolutely sure it was to be you. Your voice, your hair, your face.

"Introduce yourself to the class, please"

The teen stumbled forward, fiddling with their oversized sleeves.

"(Name) (Last name). I'm from California" was all you were able to utter, droopy eyes threatening to close again. looking around the classroom.

Then you saw adrien.

Both of you locked eyes and stared at each other intensely, you were sure it was him. It was the sight of the peridot eyes you adored.

Adrien was in shock, almost having his mouth agape.

You were here.

Looks like his text was taken seriously.

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