MariChat: Chat Out Of The Bag

Undeserving Of Love

A sense of awkwardness was present throughout all of the lessons that Adrien was a part of. He did the same work as anyone else, answered questions, and corrected his mistakes. He remained quiet during lectures, and finished his assignments to the best of his abilities.

His teachers were clearly a bit uncomfortable with him being there. There was a certain amount of pressure that came when you found yourself in a position in which you teach a superhero. It wasn't like Adrien was judging the teachers based on performance or anything like that. Rather, it was more the fact that a Parisian hero was there. Someone who had held the entire cities respect had turned out not only to be a student, but a pupil that they taught. Pressure would be added quickly from that for anyone. It hadn't been intentional, but it had happened nonetheless.

Guilt found its way into Adrien's systems for a number of reasons. The added pressure on his teachers was one. He had spoken with Principle Damocles when he had been gifted a few moments of free time, and spoke to him about his position in the school. While he had been assured that his placement had not changed, he still got the sense that Damocles felt somewhat hindered by his mere presence. Something he had wanted to avoid.

Secondly, was how Chloe had run off. He had meant every word he said to her. Every single word he had spoken was the absolute truth, and everyone around him knew it. Even if he hadn't been Chat Noir, they would have agreed with him. They all knew that Chloe was that wort of person, and there hadn't been a single person who hadn't suffered in some way due to her. So it was weird that everyone at least felt a tiny bit sorry for her.

No part of Adrien told him to apologise. She had to learn that he wasn't going to tolerate the harsh attitudes she gave everyone anymore. She needed to learn that Adrien did not feel the same way about her that she claimed to. Was she being serious? Or was she being dramatic? Adrien honestly didn't know anymore. But it didn't matter to him.

He jotted down a few more notes regarding the English notes that were on the board, trying to preoccupy his mind.

Time passed quickly for the Parisian, and before he even realised it, the final bell for the day had gone off. He had to do a double check once he realised this, because it sure didn't feel like it had been an entire school day. He wasn't sure what it was that made the day go by faster. Maybe it was because he had been stuck inside various rooms and houses for the past week, with little to nothing to do. For the first time in a while, he felt a bit normal. He knew he wouldn't have a typically normal life again, though. That went out the window the second the mask flew off his face.

As he packed up, he saw that people were just walking past him, like nothing had happened. He couldn't be sure that they weren't forcing themselves to not stare at him, or if they were just trying to be respectful of his wishes to not be treated differently, or whatever. Regardless, he was glad to see that his class life at least hadn't changed too drastically.

"I suppose that went reasonably well." He heard Marinette say from behind him, already with her bag thrown over her shoulders, ready to go. She managed to have a smile on her face, despite everything. She always had a smile on her face. Just another thing that helped brighten up the day.

"It went better than I expected." Adrien nodded, placing his books and his work-pad into his bag, before zipping it up. "Principle Damocles told me my place here hadn't changed, so that's good..."

"Are you okay?" The blunette asked her boyfriend, worry and concern in her voice, her smile faded.

"I'm fine, I guess." Adrien said. He threw his bag over his shoulders and sighed lightly. "I don't know. Guess I'm not looking forward to seeing the mass of reporters that are gonna be outside." He could already feel them. Like he had some sort of sixth sense for reporters specifically, he could practically sense them outside the school.