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Adrien Agreste thought there would be nothing sweeter in life than going to public school, but there was one thing that was even better (if fighting crime alongside his lady wasn’t counted, as Adrien never really planned on being one of Paris’ saviors). The days when he would walk in the classroom and a particular girl with brown hair and a red jacket was nowhere to be seen had to be his favorites. Unluckily for him, today was not one of these days. Adrien had the absolute pleasure of sharing a desk with Lila Rossi.
The young model had to deal with crazy fangirls all the time, he was two of the top teen idols after all, but something about the way Lila touched him was… unsettling. Girls constantly tried to grab his hand, hang off him, and smell his hair on the streets, so why did this feel so different? Maybe it was because Lila had power that could rival the mayor’s daughter herself. Lila could twist anything in her favor without anyone so much as batting an eye. That fact could make even Hawk Moth shake in his boots (well, it would if his civilian self wasn’t in cahoots with said girl).
Lila, unlike ma-ma-Marinette, was very upfront about her affection towards the blond. As the bell rang, Adrien didn’t miss the fact that she had plopped herself to his right on the bench. And how could he, as her hand ventured to his thigh when Mme. Bustier turned around to write the daily objectives on the board. His skin squirmed at her touch, but she didn’t move away, even when he crossed his right leg over the left in a fruitless attempt to widen the distance between them. And with her sitting on his right, her left hand could stay there while she took notes with her right.
“Can you um… not touch me?” Adrien whispered as to not draw Mme. Bustier’s attention. The boy really didn’t want to get told off for talking during class.
He looked around the room to see if anyone noticed the small gesture, and even Nino seemed oblivious. He glanced up towards Marinette, who was sitting alone in the back, but her head was (very purposefully) buried in her textbook. With a sigh, he turned his attention back to the board and away from the unwelcome appendage on his leg.
Time seemed to pass at a snail’s pace and Lila only made it go slower. ‘Did she have time warping powers she didn’t tell me about?’ Adrien thought. The girl moved her hand from his thigh to on the top of the backrest so she could bring her side flush with his. For the first time since he had walked in the room, Adrien looked at her. The look she returned through her eyelashes was supposed to be flirty but just made Adrien uncomfortable. As she leaned gradually closer to him, the pit in his stomach only grew. Being able to feel the warmth radiating off her body made him sick. The hungry look in those olive eyes made him sick. Her overwhelming perfume made him sick. The feeling of fingers on his thigh after they had long gone made him sick. Adrien didn’t realize that this feeling wasn’t just in his head until he felt his breakfast travelling up his throat.
In that moment, Adrien could’ve represented France in the Olympics as he jumped up and ran towards the trash bin faster than Usain Bolt. If he hadn’t been seated in the front row, he probably wouldn’t have made it. The entire class sat in udder shock as they watched their famous classmate empty his stomach in front of them. After his slender frame convulsed for the last time, embarrassment was an understatement for what he was feeling. He probably looked worse than he felt. Luckily for his pride, Mme. Bustier gave him a look filled only with concern for his wellbeing and most of his classmates did the same – though some couldn’t hide their gags.
“Adrien, why don’t you go to the nurse’s office? Grab your things too in case you need to go home.” Adrien walked back to his desk and put his tablet and textbooks in his backpack like Mme. Bustier instructed. With one final look at the class over his shoulder, he shut the door and started towards the nurse.
Adrien had conflicting emotions swirling around his head that only drained his energy more. He was endlessly thankful to get an excuse (albeit not the most dignifying) to get as far away from Lila as he could. However, it was Lila who had forced him out of being at school, the one thing he could rely on when he wanted to spend time with his friends. When your father is Gabriel Agreste, you learn to treasure every opportunity of freedom you can get; and that nasty fox was making him start to dread it.
He didn’t feel like he was going to throw up again and had told the nurse that, but he didn’t put up as much of a fight against leaving school as he would’ve on any other day. One signed note from the nurse and a ride in the Agreste sedan later, Adrien was back in his room. When he pulled his phone out of his back pocket, the time read 9:03 am. He hadn’t been in class for more than an hour and Adrien knew he’d get a lecture about it later. With a gargantuan sigh, Adrien flopped face first onto his couch.
“What’s so bad about staying home? Now we can kick back, relax, and eat some camembert! I can’t think of a better way to spend a Tuesday.” Adrien didn’t even bother to look over towards the lazy black blob floating out of his bag.
“You okay, kid?” Plagg ventured as he nestled himself in the blond’s hair. Said boy simply gave a muffled noise of agreement. Though it had barely begun, today had been a long day. His father wouldn’t mind if he just laid there would he? Adrien didn’t get to answer that question before he fell asleep with his face still buried in the white cushions.