Fortuitous (A Miraculous Gender Neutral Reader Insert)

Wake Up!!!

There's someone shaking you. You blink the sleep from your eyes. "Five more minutes mommy." you yawn.

"Glad to see you're still with us M(r/x/s). (L/n)." a woman says. You jump up in your seat and slam your head on the desk behind you. The sound of laughter surrounds you. You're in a classroom. It's a classroom you recognize, but not one you're supposed to be in. You recognize it from a show. All the people look like the show's 3-D, not anime, style. You look at your hands. They're animated too. "Now, what's the universal gravity constant?" she asks. It's Ms. Mendeliev. Of all teachers, why her?

"6.674×10−11" you answer.

"Glad to see someone's been paying attention in my class. Anyway, Newton's Law of Gravity says that the force between two masses..." she starts.

"Psst!" the person next to you says.

"What?" you ask.

"How'd you know the answer?"

"...the mass of the first object times the mass..."

"Not important."

"Yes it is!"

"...object divided by the distance between the two objects squared."

"You're the class dunce. You never get anything right!" she hisses at you. That's...weird. You're actually pretty good at school. People come to you for help with school.

"Anything you would like to share with the class?" Ms. Mendeliev asks. She pauses and looks at the both of you. "You both get lunch detention."

"But it's not my fault! She called me dumb." you protest.

"You are dumb." she says. The class laughs."All of you are dumb, ignorant teenagers." That shuts them up. The bell rings and she says, "Dismissed. Except for you two. You stay." Then, she looks you in the eye. "Your attempt on the last test was horrendous. I'm not even going to grade it until you try to correct it." She tosses it on your desk and walks over to the girl 'psst'ing at you. You look at the test and are taken aback by how easy it is. You blaze through it and get up to turn it in. "You're the class dunce. You never get anything right!" Wouldn't it be weird if you suddenly knew all the answers? It's not like this is Natoru. No secret organization is suddenly going to come for me if I improve. You hand it in and pull out your phone. You hide it under the desk and try to unlock it. There's a fucking password. I don't even put a password on my own phone. You type in number combinations and none of them work. You type in 123456 and it unlocks. Dumbass. You search up 'ladybug' and find pictures of the actual insect. So I'm behind timeline wise. What am I gonna do now? I could let the show play out as it should. Orrrrrrr, I could abandon all common sense and be a hero like The Owl because there's no way I'm getting a miraculous. Obviously, I'd have to watch out for being akumatized and try to keep my identity on the dl.

Because you lack common sense, you plan to start working out and practicing parkour. You look through the texts and find you're being driven to a martial arts class after school. That's one thing I don't have to start doing. You put your phone away and pull out a notebook. It's last written date is months before the date on your phone. There are doodles in the margins that are better than anything you've ever drawn. Can I... art now? You put your pencil to the paper and start sketching. It comes out exactly how you pictured it in your mind. I'm that smartsy artsy student now. Yus. You keep drawing until the bell rings and Ms. Mendeliev dismisses you.

You pretend to be getting your stuff together so the girl leaves first and leads you to your next class. You inconspicuously follow her to the next classroom. It's art. You sit next to a person you actually recognize. Marc Anciel. "H-hey, (Y/n)."

"Hi, Marc. What's up?" you reply. He recoils in shock. Is that not how "(Y/n)" replies? Too late to fix it now. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Y-you n-never talk to me this much." he responds.

"I've decided to turn over a new leaf." you reply.

"In the middle of the school year?" he asks.

"Yes?" you say nervously. He looks like he wants to call you out on your bullshit, but decides not to. The art teacher, Mr. Artis, tells the class to make whatever feels right. That's a very free way of teaching. You pull out your notebook and continue to sketch. It feels good. You ignore the feeling of eyes on you.

"Nice sketch." Marc says after a long silence.

"Thanks." you reply. You sigh in relief when class ends. That was so awkward. You follow the class. Then, someone asks why you're still there. You make some vague excuse and walk out the front door. There's a car waiting for you. You step inside it.