Numb little bug

Chapter 1

Paris, city of love and light. It was also known as the city of Ladybug and Cat noir.

Tristan Agreste had been fed countless stories about the legendary duo, which were still active to this day.

It's thanks to them Tristan could enjoy a somewhat normal life. His classmates all had parents relatively normal, but not Tristan.

His family were a bunch of overachievers. Tristan wasn't sure if it was on purpose for his parents. After all his mom has jagged stone on speed dial amongst a list so long it frankly becomes a bit frightening.

Tristan wouldn't bat an eye if the president of France came for dinner.

Marinette Dupaing-Cheng was a world renowned fashion designer who's designs of all kinds were flaunted by his model and buisness man father Adrian Agreste.

Yes even a few dress here and there. Not Tristan or even his sisters would be caught dead in one, but he had to admit his father made it work.

Speaking of sisters, Tristan's older sisters the miracle duo as his mother called them. Hellish twins jumped to Tristan's mind.

As if the teasing wasn't enough, they kept flaunting their success in his face everyday.

So he didn't exactly hang out with them. They were both seventeen, but they all attended the same school.

Tristan wasn't sure why they chose the most accident prone school of the last two decades, but at least they had interesting programs.

Not that Tristan knew what to choose. Nothing truly felt fulfilling.

Arts, he couldn't keep his hands steady long enough to draw a mouse.

Sports was worse, given that he had to deal with people even more competitive than his sister's. Which sucked the fun out of everything he did.

Science he actually liked to dabble in, the prospect of pseudo and theoretical science in such a crazy world were fun to contemplate.

Playing music left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Alas nothing made him feel whole. Everything just felt like another weight on his mind another grade to stress over.

At least today he didn't need to worry about anything.

He rose out of his sleep with a smile and lept out of bed. Barging out of his room he ducked under his sister who attempted her daily noogie.

Slapping two toasts in the toaster of the large red kitchen Tristan softly bounced back and forth on his heels.

"You look perky this morning." Mumbled his smiling father dressed in a fluffy bathrobe.

"Today's the field trip." Happily informed Tristan ravenously tearing into his bland toast.

Luckily his father was too tired to remember he was actually forbidden from going.

Not so luckily his sister Claudia was passing by back from her morning run. She was nearly a carbon copy of their mother. Only she stood at least clean head above everyone in the house.  Something she never failed to remind Tristan whom often protested that he'd grow taller than four feet if she hadn't stolen all the height. Did it make sense? No, but Tristan wasn't about to admit he was small.

"Wait weren't you to get better grades to go there?" She piped up genuinely confused.

Without hesitation Tristan threw a piece of bread at her face.

"You little." She grumbled taking another step towards him, Tristan took one backwards rearing his arm back armed with more toast.

"Hey hey no food fight or plain fight." Warned their father making himself coffee.