The Identity Problem •Luka x Reader x Adrien•

Complicated

"What are you looking for?"

"First aid kit, I cut my knee jumping a fence."

"You said that way too casually, let me see."

I pulled out my targeted item, closed the pantry door, and stood up. Luka hissed.

"Here, sit down, I'll take care of it."

"You don't have to, it's just a cut."

"No, I insist."

He led me by my arm to the bar stool next to the island, manually propping my leg up on the stool next to it. He popped open the first aid kit, scavenging around for tools. He pulled out a saline solution bottle and rolled up his sleeves.

"Are you okay? You sound like you're on low tunes."

He wet a gauze pad with the solution and started to dab at the wound. I bit back a hiss from the sting, he gave me an apologetic look.

"I'm fine, just a little shaken up."

He pulled out a fresh gauze pad and placed it over the cut and paused. Luka studied my face.

"You're a bad liar."

I bit back the urge to snort.

'If you only knew.'

"It's just been a tough day."

He shot me a look of acknowledgment, tapping over the gauze pad to keep it in place around my leg, then putting the first aid kit away. I swung my leg off the stool and stood up.

"Do you want to make lunch?"

"Ya, do you have deli meat?"

I nodded, already reaching for the bread in the cupboard. We both started to place ingredients for sandwiches on the island; meat, cheese, pickles, lettuce, and anything else we could find. I handed Luka a paper plate and we got to work making our sandwiches, having small conversations here and there.

"How are your American friends, I forgot to ask if Caleb and Jake got back alright?"

"They got back all right, Caleb's already complaining about school again."

I lightly chuckled, picking up a butter knife to spread mayonnaise on my bread. Luka bit into a pickle and covered his mouth as he spoke between bites.

"What about Trevor, haven't heard you talk about him in a while."

The happiness must have drained from my face, or the silence gave it away because he frowned.

"I assume it has something to do with him then."

I took a deep breath and screwed the cap on the mayonnaise jar back on.

"It's not a big deal, let's not dwell on it."

"You're making it hard to like this mystery man with how worked up he makes you."

I set my sandwich down and turned my back to it, opting to lean against the counter instead. I shut my eyes, rubbing my face a bit aggressively. I felt Luka's hand trail up to grip my hands and pull them away.

"Talk to me."

"You wouldn't want to hear it."

"I asked, didn't I?"

I shook my head, finding the floor interesting. He moved closer to my side, leaning in to try to look me in the eyes. I took my hands back opting to envelop my arms tighter around me, holding myself like a self-soothing hug.

"No, it's complicated-I'm complicated. I'm sorry."

He wrapped me in a hug, tucking my head under his chin and pulling me close to his chest. I wiped a tear from my cheek that had slipped out. He held me for a bit, separating to look me in the eyes, his hands still on my shoulders.

"Why don't we take a break from sandwiches?"

I huffed, furiously wiping at the fresh set of tears on my face. He raised his right hand to cup my face, the cool metal on his rings traced my cheekbone lightly as he thumbed at a stray tear. Eventually, Luka pulled away, grabbing my hand in his lightly and leading me to the bedroom, our lunch forgotten.

We both flopped onto the bed once we made it inside. The covers are still a mess from when I woke up this morning. He is farther up the bed than I am and we're turned to face each other on our sides. I stare at his chest for a beat before he opens his arms, the motion speaks loudly.

'Come here.'

I curl into his sweatshirt and it smells like my own laundry detergent which is only slightly disappointing. Luka tucks his chin over the top of my head, and I can feel him bring the comforter over top of us. All I can do is drift off as the warmth and his soft humming run vibrations through me until I am as good as gone.