Hellion [Cat Noir/Adrien X Reader]

11

"You're turning red." Luka comments as I tried to hide my face under my palms.

"I'm fine, just.. tired." I reasoned out.

I'm not fine.

Here's the thing. I have this massive crush on Chat Noir. and the longer I look at him, the more susceptible I am to becoming a crazed fan.

That's why I can't be in the same room with him for much too long. I blame that flirtatious cat for this abnormal heart beat.

"Do you want to go home, Y/N?" Instantly, I remembered the Ruby-Y/N thing he just pulled.

I stopped walking and so does he.

"I crashed into you in my desperate attempt to avoid going home." I spilled an honest answer. I was done lying to him. I wasn't planning in going to be completely honest, but at least telling him half the truth should be okay.

He faces me with a grin. "Assuming you still have time, do you want to start your first lesson?"

He raises the guitar in front of my face.

I laugh. "Are we just going to pretend that we weren't attacked?"

He starts walking forward with his eyes still on me. "A normal day in Paris, am I right?"

He's right. I followed after him and we start walking together to the fountain. As we sat, I was about to tatter him with questions.

"So, how'd you know?" I'm referring to how he knew I was Y/N all along. Did we by chance met before, or he just recognized me from the magazines?

I was curious.

"I'm a musician. Of course I'll know." He placed the guitar on my lap, urging me to take it. He grabbed my left hand and placed in unto the frets.

"So the moment you saw me you just thought, oh, Louise Avet's daughter is about to crash into me?" I joked.

"Not quite right." He glances at me, smirking. "I thought, oh that girl who beat the shit of Fayette is about to crash into me."

Fayette! I laughed so loud he had no choice but to join in on my hysterics.

"You know Fayette!" I exclaimed. He knows that little gremlin! He nods and he still cannot stop laughing.

Fayette was the reason I got expelled from my last school. She asked me for money and I turned her down. She spread nasty rumors about me the next day and then I beat the crap out of her.

"I went to Lycèe Saint-Louis with you Y/N. Just that I was in a different class."

That, that made so much more sense.

He gently takes my index finger and carefully places it on the third fret first string and continues to place the others.

"Then what did that have got to do with you being a musician?" I pried. "I thought you don't like Mozarts, how'd you even know my mother?"

"My sister likes you a lot. She's bought every magazine you're in and listened to every one of your podcast." He takes my other hand and uses my finger to graze it unto the strings.

"That's G chord. remember that, alright Y/N?" The way he said that made me feel things. Snap out of it, Y/N.

"Your sister, what's her name?"

"Juleka Couffaine." Juleka. It's quite similar to his.

"I'd love to write her an autograph." I beam at him.

"You'd do that?"

"Well, you probably saved me quite a lot of times to get an autograph right?" We both laughed. I guess this day took a positive turn.

"Y/N!" A voice called out. Both Luka and I looked around to see who it was.

"Adrien?"

He's wearing his usual striped black tee and unbuttoned white shirt and tan pants. It'd be likely for everyone to spot him in a crowd.

He looked tired. Like he just ran a mile. I was confused when he asked me, "Are you alright?"

"You're the one who looks like you've just ran a marathon. Are you alright?" I grin.

"I'm fine, it's just, your burn..." My mind mentally took a pause. How did he know that? My shoulder is completely covered by my flannel.

"How did you?" I trail.

"It's the talk of town."

what?

"The girl, stormy weather, turned it in for the newscast."

shit.

"Y/N!"

We three looked in the direction of the screeching voice.

Well I'm fucked. It's Ami.

She stuck her head out the car window, her whole face red fuming in anger. "Get in here!"

[ENIGMATICSHIN]