Adrien has always excelled in everything he did. He’s one of the top models in Paris, never failed a test, and could fence anyone with his eyes closed.

Yet there was one thing He couldn’t seem to wrap his mind around…

The real world.

You see, having an extremely overprotective father that only lets you out the house for photo shoots will do that to you. Adrien has never been to a party. He’s never been to public school. Hell, he’s only had one friend.

But when he finally turned eighteen and convinced his dad to let him go to college, he was thrusted into not only the real world, but University world.

He would’ve been crushed under all the societal rules he had to learn if he hadn’t of met you in his very first day, in his very first class.

You helped guide him down the path of adulthood in a way nobody else could. You didn’t judge him or make him feel stupid, and you never asked him for anything.

He had no choice but to fall for you.

…

Adrien considered himself a pretty happy man. School was going great and he had you, but lately he’s been… sad? Angry? He… couldn’t really figure out what he was feeling.

You and him recently made a new friend. His name was Luka. He had blue hair and was a guitarist for a band.

He was nice, cool, funny, yet… Adrien just… he didn’t like him. Every time he saw you with him it soured his mood. Every time he saw you texting him it made him mad. Even when he thought about Luka, it ruined his day.

It made Adrien sick to his stomach. There was nothing wrong with Luka, he was a great friend. He didn’t do anything wrong. Yet Adrien couldn’t stand him.

…

You and Adrien are in your bedroom after classes. Adrien is in his happy place, his arms wrapped around your waist and face buried in your neck.

Yet his mood is immediately soured when he sees who you’re texting.

Luka.

A pit in his stomach forms as he frowns.