The Identity Problem •Luka x Reader x Adrien•

Hello Paris

The cold floor nipped at me as I dragged my feet down the hall, heavy with sleep. I looked over to the living room to see Poppy still knocked out on the sofa, spread out haphazardly. I chuckled quietly, pulled out my phone and snapped a picture to our band group chat. Tucking her messed up blanket back in place, I continued on my search for coffee. I tugged open the fridge it to be met with emptiness, I almost gasped out of fear. After a quick internal debate, and a grumble from my stomach, I decided I need get ready and get something to eat.

'I need to get out and explore or i'm going to go stir crazy'

After brushing my teeth and washing my face. I threw on a white tank top, black biker shorts, and a comfy tan zip up hoodie. I casted a glance as my hair in the mirror, fluffing it a bit. Leaving it down sounded more appealing than hassling with it for half the morning. I started looking through the few boxes of my belongings stacked adjacent to the front door, pushing items aside looking for a specific one. Finally after but of time I pulled out my f/c skate board.

I slid my phone and keys into a small brown sash bag, popping my air-pods in my ears and starting my playlist up. I once again went on hunt for another item, this time a sticky note and pen. After finally pulling the right drawer I scribbled a quick explanation on a sticky note.

𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝑷,
𝑰'𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒆𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆.

𝒀/𝒏

Satisfied I left it on the coffee table in front of her with some aspirin for the headache I expect her to have from lack of sleep. Poppy always had a nack for over working herself, especially during our tours. When she first became my legal guardian she would spend all of her time in her office or at work until far past when I could stay awake for.

I shook my head at the memory, locking the door behind me and bounding down the steps and hopping on my skateboard. I don't have a real plan for where i'm going

The city was bustling with life, the Saturday morning rush making their way to shops and businesses. I road through the crowds without a care, giving a smile every once and awhile to the people who passed. It was so nice not having to worry about being mobbed by fans. I totally supported the whole secret identity thing, it lets me lead a normal life without the stresses of making friends that like me for fame. Or worrying about people using me for my platform.

While making my way down a one particular street I was hit with the most mouth watering smell of bake goods. What ever was producing the smell, I had decided, I would eat. I followed the scent to a building on a corner that read 'Bakery Confectionery.' My stomach growled as I gazed through the window at the pastries and breads on display. Walking in I heard a bell jingle as I opened the door and a couple quickly walked out after me.

It was fairly busy, with people sitting at small tables inside. I made my way up to the counter inspecting the glass display case, I decided on the biggest chocolate chip scone i'd ever seen. . A short older women walked over to me, she had black hair and soft features. She shot me a smile to match.

"Welcome to our Bakery, you aren't one of our regulars, are you?"

I gave her a sheepish grin "Is it that obvious?"

"I'm just teasing you, don't worry I just know most of our morning customers. What would you like?"

"I'll have a chocolate chip scone please." She nodded opening the display case, and grabbing tongs.

"Do you know anyone who attends classes at Collège Françoise Dupont?" Her eyes lit up, as I handed her my credit card.

"Yes, my daughter Marinette goes there! She just left with a friend but I'll tell her to look out for you" She handed me my to-go bag and my card.

I smiled and thanked her before leaving the shop. The moment I stepped out I ripped open my bag and sunk my teeth into the scone. The chocolate was gooey and warm and the pastry was light and airy. Let's just say I'll be visiting that bakery often.

After skating around a little longer, taking in the sights and peaking into shops. I road into a large fenced in park with trees on the outside and a large fountain in the middle. I sat down on the edge of the fountain and pull out my phone from my bag. Texting back Poppy that I'm alive and sending her my location for her peace of mine.

Just as I was standing up to leave a high pitched voice cut across the park to me.

"Oh my gosh! I love your outfit!"

I looked up to see a girl about my height, with pixie blonde hair and large blue eyes. She was decked out head to toe in pink, an excited look on her face as she practically bounced over to me. Contrasting her on her left was a girl with black and purple hair, she was taller and wore all black. Their differences in style highlighted were a stark contrast.

I chuckled at the oddly cute pairing in my head while offering the blonde a smile. Casting a gaze at her strappy pink sandals.

"Thank you so much! I love your shoes"

"I'm Rose and this is Juleka, I've never seen you around before do you go to Collège Françoise Dupont?" I stood, and finished putting my stuff in my bag.

"I'm y/n, I just moved here and ya I'll be going there when school starts"

Rose squealed, "Are you the foreign exchange student from America?!"

I nodded, readjusting my bag strap across my shoulder.

"This is so exciting everyones been talking about you!"

My face must have gave away my worry, because Juleka spoke for the first time since we arrived.

"Not in a bad way."

Rose latched onto Juleka's arm jumping up and down a bit.

"We should bring her to the band meeting so she can meet everyone!"

Juleka looked at me, "Your welcome to come if you'd like"

I shrugged in response, "I'm down"

With that Rose grabbed both Juleka and my hand and dragged us along. I guess I made some friends.