The Identity Problem •Luka x Reader x Adrien•

Reconcile

His words were jumping as he tried in vain to speak everything in his swirling brain.

"And then I met Talia, and that wasn't anything serious but we made that stupid video and I can't imagine what you thought after watching it."

"I didn't deserve that but you already know that."

I spoke blankly, giving him little to work with. I craved to hear his voice, it was a hunger that had grown since our fight over the phone. Rooting out a place in my heart and carving out a pit in my stomach. Distractions had held me together until now.

"No, you didn't. I'm so sorry, I know things won't be the same and I don't expect you to reciprocate my feelings now but..."

His voice petered off into a vulnerable whisper.

"Know that I do have feelings for you, deeper than I let on. Through all the teasing and the play fighting. I'd rather live with being just friends than not have you by my side at all."

My eyes felt heavy, I could feel the tears brim over my lashes and find a path down my cheek. When my lips parted to speak they were slightly chapped, I ran my tongue over them.

"You want to know what the worst part of us fighting was. For the first time since we've met, your name didn't make me smile."

"I know you'll never be able to trust me like you did, but I want to make you smile again. If you'll have me, please."

To a fault I could never stay mad at him, it was infuriating at points but right now I just wanted to curl into his voice through the receiver of my phone. I forced a watery chuckle, sucking it up and whipping my tears.

"Who said I won't be able to trust you the same as I did?"

"Sparky- you shouldn't."

"Trusting you is my own choice. Whether you prove me wrong comes down to you."

He took a deep breath and let it out, coming across as a scratchy sound through the receiver.

"Then I promise to never break your trust like that again, purposely at the very least."

"Can we please go back to how we were before now?"

"Yes thank god I've hated every minute of you being angry at me- for the right reason."

I let a giggle slip through.

"Good because the aim was for you to feel like a douchebag."

"Well, you did a great job."

He trailed off, still chuckling softly.

"So what are you up to?"

"I'm hiding in a prop closet because my drama teacher turned into a supervillain and is wreaking havoc in the theater. No, I'm not being sarcastic."

"Are you safe?!"

"Ya, I'm chilling. It's actually really quiet where I am. But I have a feeling this is going to put us behind for the dress rehearsal."

He broke out into a laugh, a real deep one. One of the ones that sounded like a kettle of boiling water. One of my favorites.

"I wish you were here."

The words were out before I could hold them back, but I didn't feel like I wanted to either.

"I wish I was too, we have so much to talk about."

Footsteps rang out, trailing past the door and being followed by some muffled yelling. I flinched and lowered my voice.

"I have to go. Someone is coming."