The Miraculous Syndicate

Chapter 3 - Regret

Your POV

You blinked your eyes open, the sunlight coming in from the windows almost blinding you.

You were never a morning person, and as far as you know, it was rare that someone was. Thanks to college, you are now a night owl. You got up and stretched, but as you were about to stand up, a sharp pain in your thigh made you fall onto the bed again.

''What the hell...?'' You looked down and saw your thigh bandaged up, blood seeping through.

You didn't remember putting a bandage on it.

Memories of the night before came back to you and you lay down on the bed again with a sigh. You stared at your ceiling and then your hand where dried blood stained it.

''Contract...huh.''

Deciding that laying around was enough and that chances are you are late to your class were evident after glancing at the clock, you put on whatever and mildly limped in the streets of Paris. On your 'walk' you thought about the eventful day you had.

You had heard about the infamous assassin Chat Noir who both citizens and the government wanted. But those who tried to capture him never came any closer to success. After all, it was impossible to catch the man who has nine lives, as a cat does.

Lots of research has been done on him and the Miraculous Syndicate, but very little, almost nonexistent information was revealed to the public. You'd have to be a hacker or something to access all the hidden things about him.

And yet somehow, you managed to make a contract with him- you, (Y/N), an average college student, have just requested him to kill you.

I would be lying if I said I was afraid of what was to come.

''I wonder when he will kill me...'' You muttered.

That was another thing, you didn't discuss with him how he intended to kill you or how you intended to be killed, but deep down you hoped this discussion wouldn't be happening for a while.

Soon you realized you were at the doors of your college, dreading what's to come.

You walked around the campus to find the class you were supposed to go, which was a class you barely attended nowadays. As you walked, you glanced at advertisements of the most famous model, Adrien Agreste, who coincidentally, went to the same college you do.

What is the point of being in the same college when you never actually meet him?

''(Y/N)! Hey!'' You heard your friend calling you. Turning around, you saw Alya Césaire and her best friend Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

''Hey, good morning.'' You waved and walked towards them.

''Morning? Girl! It's afternoon already. We are about to head to lunch, wanna come?'' Alya grinned.

You nodded, despite the fact you ate 'breakfast' an hour ago.

''How are you doing (Y/N)?'' Marinette smiled gently.

''Fine, just stressed out with all the projects.''

''I know! Our professor gave us a huge project that cannot be finished before the last day it's due.'' She sighed.

We all laughed because we related more than anything.

''Oh, isn't that...Adrien?'' Alya squinted at the flock of girls surrounding a golden-haired boy.

Your heart jumped at the name and you squinted alongside them. ''I-Is it really?''

''You stuttered!'' Marinette laughed.