The Identity Problem •Luka x Reader x Adrien•

Testing

"With the band?"

Caleb's eyes widen, he barely misses a street pole. Gliding around it seamlessly like the local he is. I nod, he frowns as we reach a street corner with a green light.

"Okay enough of this business y/n, I'm tired of it."

Caleb reaches down and swings me over his shoulder.

"Cal you idiot-"

I can't help but laugh as he lets his hands slip down further so he's holding my ankles behind his back. He begins to swing me in circles and I can feel the tension of the surrounding people's annoyance. But I can't seem to care, as the four of us begin to burst into a fit of laughter.

"Put me down you scrub!"

I put my hands out to save me from falling on my face, as he lowers me to the ground. Luka reaches out to hold my arms before my mittened hands can touch the slushie street. He pulls me up as Caleb lowers me and my feet finally touch the ground.

I look at him, my face hot from the blood rushing to my head but a smile that feels like it splits my face in two. People rush by us, the stop light far sense turning red.

"Thanks."

"Love this moment you're having but can we please move people are glaring at us."

Juleka shifts uncomfortably, we start to move with the flow of the crowd at her command. After a bit of walking Caleb comes up next to me and bumps shoulders with me. I smirk up at him as he slings an arm around my shoulder leaning down to whisper in my ear.

"Don't let Pops get you down or like that weirdo fashion guy."

"Caleb, you know who Gabriel Agreste is."

"Does it sound like I care?"

I lean my head against his arm with a sigh, my breath curling out in front of me to spite the cold.

"Thanks, Cal."

"How much farther do we have, I can barely feel my toes."

Juleka's voice floated past her coat, muffled by the black fabric.

"Clinton Towers it's a twenty-two-minute walk from the hotel. So like maybe four more minutes?"

I shoot her an apologetic smile. The wind has picked up and the snow is continuing to blanket New York much to the dismay of our group.

"It's literally two blocks away you will survive."

Caleb was obviously used to the temperatures here, but Juleka didn't seem to care. Narrowly missing shoving him into oncoming traffic as we crossed the street.

As the two continue to banter back and forth I walk with Luka admiring the two. There is no greater feeling than watching your friends from two different groups enjoy each other's presence as much as you do. Caleb has always had that effect on people effortlessly teasing and pulling people like strings into the fold of conversation. Juleka had worried me at first because of her shyness but she had truly come out of her shell as of late. I assume it has something to do with her brother also being there to watch over her.

Speaking of which he bumped his arm against my shoulder lightly to get my attention.

"The city is so...loud."

I giggle at his admission, and he continues to inspect his surroundings quizzically.

"That's the best part, everywhere you look people are talking, eating, singing. It's loud because it's people's lives taking up the sound space."

"I never thought of it like that."

"I didn't either until I left the city and didn't have that constant buzz."

I narrowly avoid a teen whizzing by on a bike, moving closer to Luka out of necessity. Not that anything I do with him is out of necessity anyway.

"You continue to surprise me y/n."

I take a deep breath and break my straightforward stare, looking up at him questioningly. Clouds of cold curl out from both of our lips as we struggle to keep pace with the two others.

"In a good way, I hope?"

"It's always in a good way."

The smile that crawled onto my face stayed until we reached Caleb's apartment. The blonde took off one of his chunky gloves to punch in the code to the front door, putting the fabric in between his teeth to hold it. I did a quick survey of the area and was happy to see that nothing had changed much in the time since I was gone. People were all home for the evening after work and the apartments were a glow with light from each family room. Children ran from building to building still on winter break and busily organizing themselves. Some of the older ones had cleared the basketball court in the center of the courtyard and were playing despite the chill. Three children attempt to make a snow fort near the entrance where we stand. They look familiar but I wasn't close with most of Walsh's neighbors.

After what feels like an eternity, the light above the door flashes green and Caleb holds it open for us to walk in. Juleka thanks him, Luka forgets to and Caleb punches him in the shoulder. The Frenchmen looked taken aback for a second before I cut in.

"Caleb likes to play a game where if you don't thank him for holding the door you get punched."

"Sorry man, I don't make the rules."

The blonde boy draws out the words with a chuckle, running ahead of Juleka to hit the elevator button with a kick to the wall. Luka simply stares at him for a beat, before a small grin works its way to his lips. He tucks his winter hat down a bit.

"I see where you get your goofiness from."

"He's testing you, by the way."

His concerned confusion returned as we reached the elevator which had finally opened, I slipped him a sly smirk before running over to the inside and boxing Caleb out so I could hit the floor number first.

Juleka giggles, helping hold back Caleb as he shrieks in protest. But Luka swoops in to hit all the buttons on the wall. We all pause to look at home before bursting into a laughing fit. I shove him, followed by Caleb.

"You're lucky we live on the fifth floor."

"Thank god or we would be here all day."

Juleka breathed out with an amused sigh leaning back against the wall of the space as the first-floor elevator door opened with a 'ding'.

Eventually, we made it to the first floor and exited the elevator, making our way down the long hall to the third door on the right—number 560. I couldn't help the excitement that made its way through my body at the fact I would see the Walshs in a matter of seconds.

They are my family in every but blood, since Caleb and I met they took me into their little fold and looked out for me like their own daughter. The few birthdays that I would celebrate would be in their tiny living room on the couch. Their home was my childhood and their arms were an escape from the reality of my situation. A foster kid with a love for music and with few to rely on.

I paused for a moment outside the door after speed-walking to it. I could feel the three sets of eyes staring at me standing like a statue in front of the door. A hand landed on my shoulder.

"Nothing has changed all that much, it's still our home."

Our home

That's all I need to hear. I shoot him a grateful grin and with a final squeeze of his hand I knock on the door.