Hellion [Cat Noir/Adrien X Reader]

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Sweat trickled down your forehead, both fear and nervousness can be projected through your (E/C) colored eyes. The silver spoon you were holding made a loud noise when it dropped to the flooring of your room.

Ami's vision followed the piece of steel, however you stayed unmoving, your anxiety started to kick in.

The feeling of agitation always rippled through you whenever you sing.

The massive expectation of your mother was always there.

And she always makes it clear that you aren't good enough and still yet to improve.

She never misses a single mistake you make,—but she also never saw how hard you we're trying.

''Y/N, you better get dressed up. You know how much your mom doesn't like seeing you in those ripped jeans.'' Ami broke your thoughts and pushed you inside your room. She repeatedly reminded you to put your hair up because that's how your mom wants it.

They never asked if you wanted it.

''Hurry up Y/N! Mrs. Laurent hates waiting!'' You slowly reached for the dress Ami kept on handing you for the past 15 seconds already. You lost your spirit.

She shoved you inside your closet and you took your time to change.

You didn't know the point of these assessments anymore. You never seemed to improve, They just looked disappointed everytime.

Ami's loud knocks irritated the fuck out of you. You aggresively turned the knob and walked out.

You we're quiet again. No matter how troublesome you are, Your mother's opinion always affected you. She was that important.

You took a seat in front of your vanity and Ami rushed to put your (H/L) (H/C) in to a high sophisticated looking bun. You hated how tight they were and the hair pins always brought you nothing but discomfort. However, since that's how you mom wants it, then your perspective was beyond irrelevant.

''Let's go Y/N. you're 15 minutes late already!'' Terrified and reluctant. That's how you are as of the moment.

You absentmindedly walked out with Ami following behind you, slowly making your way down the extensive marble stairs to the Grand Piano that took an enormous space on your first floor.

Right beside it was your vocal teacher, Mrs. Laurent sitting impatiently and tapping her shoe in displeasure.

You we're five minutes away from getting yelled at for not hitting the correct notes and being behind schedule.

You cleared your throat as you walked towards her.

Your Teacher's attention transferred to you when you stood in front of her, ''Pardon me for being late, Madame.''

You sounded so shy, apparently that's how they told you to be. A classy lady.

Your hands we're hidden behind your back. Mrs. Laurent also stood up to greet you, ''That's quite alright dear, It's just that I have another appointment to catch up to so we better make this quick.'' She sent you a little smile and you smiled back, after all she was a good professor.