(Brief warning, I don't usually write. Sorry if it's garbage lol)
Maybelle Dubois has just moved to Paris, France, after living in the quiet countryside for most of her life.
(Story will probably contain some fluff at the very least! characters age...
I awoke alone, confused. Had I just dreamt of Chat Noir coming over last night? I yawned and got ready for the day, exchanging a few texts with Luka as well. He apologized for not replying, he got caught up in song writing for his band, and confirmed plans for a movie tonight. I chose my outfit for the day, a short green plaid dress over a pair of thermal leggings for the cold weather, along with a sweater for the walk to school. I put some jewelry on and grabbed a my bag, making my way down the stairs and out of the door.
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I shivered outside, my breath showing in front of me while I walked. A hand found its way to my hair and tugged lightly, I giggled, knowing it was Luka.
"Aw it's not fun when you know it's me.." he pouted and smiled, pulling me into a tight hug.
I breathed in his scent and melted against his heat. I missed him. Luka pulled away from the hug and lifted my face to his with a finger under my chin. For a moment, we just looked into each other's eyes. He smiled softly, playing with my hair.
"I missed you Belle," he whispered.
I couldn't contain my grin, giggling and looking at the ground. He chuckled and began walking again, holding my hand in his. My heart fluttered thinking of us in my bed again and I forced myself not to blush. We talked about school and Kitty Section, how his writing is going and how I'm doing since the incident, which I try not to think about as anything but a bad dream. We arrived at school and Luka had to help his sister Juleka with some lyrics for her own song. I sat down on a bench to wait for Marinette and Alya, pulling out a book.
"Good morning Maybelle," Adrien chirped, sitting down next to me. I closed my book, smiling at him.
"Good morning, Adrien. How'd you sleep last night?" I asked making conversation.
Adrien made a so-so motion with his hand, indicating he slept alright. "What about you, Belle?" He asked, knowing how well she slept.
"I actually slept great, best sleep I've had in a while to be honest." I said, remembering my dream about Chat Noir, I raised my eyebrows, "Funny, I had a weird dream that Chat Noir was in my room, isn't that crazy?" I asked, laughing to myself.
Adrien raised his brows in response, "You mean the super hero, Chat Noir? No way." He teased, looking at her hair, missing its softness. He directed his attention at me, "So.." Adrien started, but his gaze shifted to behind me, as I felt someone play with my hair.
Luka softly tugged my hair down, making me look up at him. "Hello again, Belle," he said, smiling down at me, earning a grin back from me.
"Hi," I replied, giggling. Luka let go of my hair, but quickly began messing with it again, twirling and petting. I closed my eyes, relishing in the pleasure of my hair being played with.
Adrien glared daggers at Luka, jealous and heated. He took a deep breath, and smiled again, but only with his mouth. "Good morning, Luka." He grunted, chewing his bottom lip just about raw.
