Spirit of the Sphinx || Miraculous Fan Fiction ( Chat Noir X Ladybug X Reader)

Chapter 9 : Welcome to Class

"Classe, je veux que tu rencontres [U/N]. Elle est une étudiante étrangère d'Amérique qui se joindra à notre classe pendant quelques semaines, alors s'il vous plaît, bienvenue. » 

" Class, I want you to meet [U/N]. She's a foreign exchange student from America. She will be joining our class for a few weeks so please welcome her." Adrian translated quietly. He was so close I could smell the fresh scent of Adrian body spray on him.

 "It's a little embarrassing." He'd admitted, when I caught him trying to put it on in the bathroom without me noticing. "But it looks good for my Dad's company if I wear it, especially since I star in a commercial for the product."

 "What would you prefer to smell like?" I'd asked. He thought about it for a moment.

"Sort of spicy, I think, maybe mixed with peach or a little musk."

"Maybe you should suggest your Dad make something like that that you can wear."Adrian had scoffed slightly and started brushing his teeth. 

"Yeah, he's not good at listening to anyone," he said around globs of toothpaste. I tried not smirk when I saw he was brushing with Agreste Tooth Whitener. He leaned forward to spit and winced when he put weight on one foot.

"What happened to your foot?" I asked and he tried to smile. "Accidentally tripped over some stuff in my room, last night. Serves me right for not keeping it clean."

 "Speaking of last night, I can't believe you didn't hear me calling for you. Chat Noir tried to 'apologize'" I made air quotes, "but it was just an excuse to attack me." Adrian started to spit and ended up getting half on his shirt.

"Are you sure he was attacking you? Maybe he really wanted to talk."

"How would you know?" I asked, tying my hair back in a ponytail.

"Uh-it just goes against everything I know about Chat Noir. I mean, he's a hero, he doesn't attack people." Adrian insisted. I turned side to side, trying to decide how I looked in the mirror. It didn't help I looked like a cod next to Hottie McHotHot.

 "Look, it's easy to say sorry and tell the cameras you're a good guy. When I see him act like a hero, then I'll believe you." I retort. 

 I felt a poke on my shoulder and jumped, bringing myself back to the present. "[U/N], she asked you to tell the class about yourself." Adrian whispered. Ack. It was hard to think with all those pairs of eyes looking at me. 

"Uhh, hello, my name is...uh [U/N], I'm a foreign exchange student from America...which you know already because Miss Bustier just told you that..." I finished lamely.

 A girl in yellow sitting in the front row smirked. Could she understand me? Faintly, I could hear Adrian translating for me over the sound of my heart beating a cha-cha. Could everyone else hear it? Or was it just me? Once again I was unable to use A.L.F.I. to assist with translation as the Principal, Mr. Damocles had confiscated during assembly, thinking I was listening to music. 

Suddenly I realized everyone was looking at me expectantly."Oh? W-what else?" I stammered. "Umm, I live with umm-" I tried to remember the information that was on my fake bio. I'd skimmed it on the plane, but hadn't found the folder included in my recovered possessions. "My aunt," I recalled with relief, than continued with what I remembered of my fake past. "She's a school teacher so education is pretty big in my house." There was a murmur of what sounded like sympathy around the class. I'd chosen not to have any fake parents in my mission cover stories; it was easier to remember covers that were closest to the truth. If anyone asked, I would say I had lost them both when I was a baby, in a car accident. I wouldn't mention that I had never known my mother, and my Dad...I shook my head as it was filled with visions of crumbling walls, sand...and terrifying, eternal darkness."I think I'm pretty normal," I say, (except I'm not) I think. "I play video games, sports, I like to read and watch movies..." The girl in yellow fakes a yawn and starts buffing her nails. Could she be any more cliché mean girl? "That's pretty much it..." I finish.