Fortuitous (A Miraculous Gender Neutral Reader Insert)

Bruxism

Last night went terrible and now your 'dad' is dragging you to the principal's office to try and change your class. Shows what he knows. Going to the principal for a class change. And somehow I'm the idiot. You rip your arm out of his grasp and run. Once you turn a corner, you dart into the first classroom you see. You jump to hide behind a desk and see Nathaniel staring at you. You bring a finger to your lips and wink.

He stiffens and resolutely stares towards the board at the front. You hear more people enter but resist the urge to look up. It pays off when your 'dad' storms in. "I know you're in here you insolent child! You fucking feist!" If I actually loved you, calling me worthless might actually hurt.

"Excuse me sir, my class is about to start and you are creating a disturbance. If you don't leave, you will be escorted off the premises."

"Don't bother coming home!" You stay hidden under the desk for at least half an hour. Then, someone kicks you. You rise from under the desk.

"Wow, this isn't my class!" you gasp.

"M(r/x/s) (L/n), stay anyway. We didn't have a chance to talk before." Ms. Bustier replies.

"You see, I would but there aren't any available seats."

"There's one open next to Nathaniel. Nathaniel raise your hand." Nathaniel does so. "Go sit over there."

"But my teacher-."

"I'll send an email to your teacher. Sit." You reluctantly sit down.

"Hey Adrien! Marinette!" They both wave and smile at you. You lean over and whisper to Nathaniel. "Thanks for not saying anything."

"...oh! N-no problem." he stutters.

"I hope you're not distracting any of my students M(r/x/s) (L/n)." Ms. Bustier says with her back facing you.

"I would never!" you reply in a tone that says you would and already have. Nathaniel stiffly stares ahead and takes notes and you pull out your sketchbook. You start to draw a very rough sketch of Ladybug but give up because the proportion of the hands and eyes keep coming out wrong. Instead, you draw catbug and spongebob memes. You're putting the finishing touches on Lila as the spongebob mocking meme when the class ends.

"M(r/x/s) (L/n)." she starts. The class is empty except for the two of you. "Was that your father?"

You blink. "Huh?" I thought we were talking about my detention.

"The man who was screaming before class started, is he your father?"

"Well...yeah...let's just talk about how much detention I have to make up."

Instead of taking your very reasonable suggestion, she follows up with "Is he normally like this?"

"A terrible father or a loud terrible father?" You want to clarify and you have no reason to paint him in a better light than he deserves. It's moments like these that you're glad you can't remember the (Y/n) of this place's memories. I don't have any actual familial attachment to this piece of shit and judging by the fact that this wasn't brought up sooner, he must be a gaslighting piece of shit.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to call ONED?"

"I'm fine. I really don't care what he says." You tug on your messenger bag. "Can I go to my free period now?"

"You may leave, but don't think this talk is over." You practically yeet yourself out of the class room. You look around for Marc. He's not in the art room. Under the stairs? At our next class? In the park? Everywhere you look lacks the person you're looking for.