The Guardian//Adrien x reader

Y/n

She was not what they expected, what Marinette expected.

Three long years waiting, three long years without memories. It all tumbled down to an anti-climatic entrance. No screaming, no loud promises or whatnots. She was as interesting as Mylene, shy too - or maybe just unresponsive? But if they knew, would they blame her? For her lack of entrance, for the lack of entertainment?

They didn't know what she knew, which very briefly stated, was her amnesia.

She didn't remember anything prior to the fall, and when she awoke from the coma the world seemed blurry. It was very surprising to say the least, well that's what everyone told her. Her parents, the doctors, hell even the strangers called friends retold the unlikelihood of her waking up.

At times they seemed disappointed at the news.

But overall it came with a cost, the cost of her identity for better or worse. Only shadows of fragments remained, the one thing clearly visualized being her fall, drownment and then recovery.

Y/n cascaded through the classroom with surprising nimbleness, legs following one another as silence echoed. The classroom didn't make a peep, a good sign if any. Though she could feel their relentless stares, making waves across her figure as she reached the conjoined desk.

"Hello. Marinette, was it?" She smiled, holding out her hand. The woman next to her seemed as if she saw a ghost, or better yet, a disgustingly putrid one. She didn't nod in acknowledgment, and neither did she smile back. In fact, she refused to say or do anything other than look.

Y/n kneaded her eyebrows together, back shivering and hand drooping.

Maybe she's someone I know? she thought dimly. Likely not a friend...could be someone I wronged?

"Hey there Y/n...right? It's Y/n?" She turned her head briefly towards the side. Green eyes, blonde hair and fair skin. She swore she saw him before...maybe at a lampsite? Or maybe a distant familiarity of the past? No...that couldn't be it.

"Er, yes. Y/n L/n." She turned towards him, giving a polite smile as she sat down. "Yours?"

"Adrien Agreste."

She snapped her fingers. "Ah! That's why you looked so familiar, I've seen your posters around, you're pretty good looking!" She laughed, leaning forward, arms folded. "Though I guess you need to be in order to model, heh."

He chuckled lightly, scratching the back of his head. "I wouldn't go that far. I wasn't scouted or anything, just born to the right people I guess."

Y/n held his stare for a few moments, not saying anything. It was with his aversion did she sense his lack of prowess on the topic. For whatever reason he wasn't keen on opening up conversation on his looks, or well- his profession. Not that she would bug him, some things were tasteless to others, despite how flavourful of an opportunity it would be for someone else.

"I see," She left it at that, staring back at the board as the teacher clapped her hands to begin the lesson.

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As the lecture ended and everyone went to pack their things, she found herself at odds with her schedule. This class was over, but what about the several others? She knew not of their locations, or really any location in this school.

Holding the textured paper with her name and teachers, she suddenly had the bright idea to call upon for help. And who else then the class

Representative, surely she'd be so kind.