Based on this post ^^ because Adrien would defo do this

Emma Dupain-Cheng Agreste was finally starting her higher education at the grande école that she had picked to be her first choice.

In all honesty, it was really easy to get in with her being one of the smartest students in the whole of Paris. She had gotten her smarts from both her mother and her father and she liked to joke that out of all of the siblings, she got the best traits.

Emma had her mother's petite face and rounded nose. Her eyes were large, and in the same striking shade of blue that her father had written poetry about (for her mother, not her). Her hair was the same shade as her father's and she took pride in the fact that she was the only one who inherited it- her two twin brothers, Louis and Hugo, had their mother's dark hair though they weren't exactly identical as Louis had green eyes whilst Hugo had blue eyes like she did.

Emma was specialising in physics, like her father. Since she could remember, she was very much a daddy's girl and she always preferred spending time in the tidy office her father had as he spent his time grading papers and furthering his knowledge on physics before he would take her out and play anything she wanted with her(though she also loved watching her mother work as it was always fun watching her run around the room looking rushed but knowing just exactly what to do).

Naturally, she followed in his footsteps.

People could say what they wanted about the subject, but she loved physics. It reminded her of a lot of good memories and it came to her easily. Unlike her father, however, she didn't want to become a teacher.

Her mother had always said, "Dream big, but dream realistically. If you are determined to do it then you can."

Her dream was to become an aerospace engineer.

But first, she would go through getting her physics degree. She had her whole life ahead of her to fulfill her dream.

"I heard there's a new teacher for physics."

"Wasn't it bio?"

"No, it was engineering right."

"No. I'm telling you. He's the physics teacher. I saw him and he's hot. He looks kind of familiar though..."

Emma grimaced at the students speaking. Everytime she heard students call a teacher hot, she couldn't help but think about the amount of stories her father would complain about to her mother about students who would come to his classes just to see him, not for the actual subject. It annoyed her, just as much it annoyed him.

Just find the class, Em. Then you can get away from these horny kids.

Finally, she found the sign on the door of the classroom she would be in. She opened it and found that it was a lecture hall, not too big but not too small either. She knew already that there would be quite a few people in her class but it would be a suitable amount which allowed her to hopefully get to know each and everyone of her peers she would be taking classes with for the rest of the year.

Emma sat in a seat in the middle of the class, close to the edge of the row. She took out her tablet, a gift from her father just for her schoolwork (she had a large computer at home for personal use), and went on her notes up, getting ready to start the semester.

Her fingers tapped on the table as she decided to close her eyes and soothen her nerves.

She stayed like that for a few minutes, and could tell that by now, most people had come in. They probably gave her weird looks but she didn't care.

You'll be fine Emma. You're going to love this class like you always have and you'll ace it.

She kept on repeating random mantras in her head to stay calm. It was working.

Until the door opened and whoever came in cleared their throat loudly. Emma could swear that the voice sounded familiar but what are the odds she could recognise someone from a noise they made?

And then the person started to speak, "Before we begin-"

Oh no. Emma's eyes snapped wide open-

"I just wanted you all to know-"

She looked at the speaker and began to furiously shake her head, mouthing the words "Don't. You. Dare." She knew people were noticing how she was reacting as they shot her confused glances.

The person just grinned almost evily and continued, "I am only sleeping with one of your mothers-"

A huge groan emitted from Emma's mouth, but she quickly squeaked and covered her face, as it grew red- a trait she had most definitely picked up from her mother. By now, people were definitely catching on to what was happening.

"I just thought we could get that out of the way-"

"Ladybug! Is this why you guys kept looking at me slyly this morning?"

(Ladybug is used like how wizards use Merlin's name to express things in HarryPotter.)

"I'm not sure what you're talking about Emma."

"Fine," she stood up and banged her palms on the table, causing a few people around her to jump, "I'm gonna tell Maman that you were the one who gave Plagg so much cheese last week which is why he was so sick in the first place!"

"Princess!" He pouted, "You know I can't resist him when he gives me those wide eyes."

She made a small "hmphh" sound and stomped her foot, pursing her lips in such a way that Adrien couldn't help but be reminded of his wife back in her youth. How whenever she was faced with injustice, she would pout and make a face that made you feel guilty. Emma was more like her mother than she realised.

"If you don't tell your maman, I won't tell her of how you snuck out to go to your Uncle Luka's concert with Rania the other day."

Rania Lahiffe was her best friend, though secretly, Emma had always wished to be something more. It was true that they had snuck out but Emma was sure they had been sneaky enough. And her Uncle Luka had promised to not tell her parents that they were there. One of the kwamis must have seen her and told Adrien- the obvious answer was Plagg.

I am not buying that dumb cat any cheese for a week. She thought, though she knew that it wasn't true.

She sighed in defeat and proceeded to walk out of the aisle, to her father and brought out her pinkie on front of him, "Deal?"

Like he always did, he happily obliged to his little Princess's wishes, wrapping his own pinkie with hers and stamping it with their thumbs, something they had done since she understood what pinkie promises were, "Deal, ma fille." (Idk why. Ok I do know because ma fille means my daughter. But all I can think of is "calm down, calm down my daughter" )

(Marinette actually knew of both 'secrets' but they didn't need to know that.)

Emma smiled at her father before taking her hand away and making her way back to her chosen seat.

As she was sitting down, her father spoke again, "If you couldn't tell, it's Emma's mother who I'm sleeping with."

Emma dropped her head on the table with a thud, and in a voice slightly muffled by the table she said, "Papa! Can you please at least try not to be embarrassing? Or I'm going to actually become a villain by the end of the year," she lifted her head and glared at her father who was grinning again, "You know what? I'll be a villain by the end of the semester."

"Well make sure to ask your mother or Louis to make you the outfit. Your mother would freak if you became a fashion disaster," he replied, obviously amused at his daughter's antics.

Emma dropped her head on the table once again, this time more gently, and lamented over what was to come for the next year.

I wonder. Should I take inspiration from grand-père's butterflies?

This is a short one. I haven't had much time this week and I've been stressed out so I thought I could take a break and write something fun.

Ok Emma definitely has the dramatics of her mother when she thinks it's the end of the world.

I wrote this instead of doing school work but I regret nothing.

Bug out lovelies 😘.