Cat's Claw (Adrien/Chat Noir x reader)

*̩̩͙✩·͙˚̩̥̩̥.Chapter one*̩̩͙✩·͙˚̩̥̩̥.

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🐅(Y/n) PoV🐅

"(Y/N) GET UP. GETTTTT. UPPPPP. YOU ARE LATE. LATE. LATE. COME ONNNNNN" What a lovely way to start my day. I shush my 'alarm clock.' I roll out of bed, ignoring the small flying creature that buzzed around my head. Stumbling down stairs, I pass the old gramophone and into the kitchen. I sidle into a stool at the small island. "Grandpa, why didn't you wake me up?" He turns around, I see him wearing his same Hawaiian shirt and shorts. "You have Iggy and besides, we just have to take what ever life throws at us. Even if that includes being late for your first day of school." I scoff, shoving a croissant in my mouth, picking up my school bag and walking toward the door. A spring of haste in my step is all it takes for me to stand on a lone sock. I fly toward the ground, landing with a loud thunk. I groan, hearing the laughing from my grandpa, his kwami and mine. I scowl at them from the floor, quickly standing up at brushing myself off. "Come on, Iggy. I'm late as it is." The little orange and black striped thing flew into my jacket pocket, still giggling lightly. The door swings lazily open and I blow my grandpa a kiss. He doesn't notice and only out of my side view do I notice him, staring at the gramophone. I smile, half knowing of trouble that is due to unfold.

I hurry up the stairs of the school, not acknowledging the taller blonde to my left. Its only too late when I finally do notice. We collide clumsily, falling ungracefully. I yelp as I begin to fall further down the stairs...except I don't. A tanned hand wrapped around my wrist pulling me back towards the platform at the top of the stairs. We stand up awkwardly, he rubs his neck looking away, giving me a half smile.
"Hi" He says, looking back towards me, hand still on neck.
"I'm..."
"Adrien your father did not permit you to go to school. Please reconsider and get in the car." Interruption comes from a  woman stepped out of a posh car, a pink highlight in her dark purple hair. 
He began to walk back down the stairs, a solemn expression. I watch, interested to see if he would get in the car. He stopped halfway down and turned back to look at me. He spoke softly, that same smile returning to his face. "Can I at least know your name?" I think for a moment before replying. "Uh, yeah, let me just-" I shrug my backpack off my shoulders, letting it slip down my arm onto the floor. I reach for a pencil case and a piece of paper. Carefully, in the neatest writing I can muster, I print my name and number on the paper. I put the things back in my bag, reaching forward to give him the slip. To my surprise he wasn't there. I looked toward the woman at the car, her head was tilted to the side, watching very intently. I follow her gaze and see the blonde- Adrien helping up an old man... my grandpa. I go to yell for him, call his name but he gives me a sharp look at taps at his bracelet. Oh. I see.

Adrien stands again, looking at me, then towards the woman. He sighs and looks down, moving unwillingly towards the car. Shaking my head I turn around, prepared to go back inside. However, I remember the little piece of paper still clenched in my hand. "Adrien!" I yell, running down the stairs, crashing into him at the bottom. The woman eyes me, shaking her head. "Um... I just wanted to say goodbye... and I hope I see you at school later? Yeah. That's.. that would be great" He grins, waving a bit before sliding into the car. He shuts the door and I begin to walk up the stairs once more and into the school yard.             

🐾 𝙰𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚟 🐾

"You couldn't let me just have one day?" I ask Nathalie, she shakes her head, bringing up a screen with a video of my father. "Adrien when you see this Nathalie will be brining you home. I don't know what encouraged this behaviour but don't let me see it again. You will continue your home-schooling and you are no longer permitted to walk the grounds without your bodyguard."  Yeah, it hurt that he didn't care for my freedom, but he's only protecting me and that's what is best.                                                                                                                                                                                    That girl. I really hoped I would make a friend today.. wow, my first friend. She did say she would like to see me again, does that mean we are friends? I don't even know her name though... As I think I realise the small paper curled up in my back pocket. I pick it out, unfolding it and reading the paper... a number is scrawled onto the paper and a name... (Y/n). I smile, looking out of the window. My first friend.