Friday evening.. what could possibly make this a bad time? French class could. Adrien was so bored that he decided to scribble some doodles on his worksheet.

He didn’t need French class when he was already fluent in the language. Self taught at that. As he scribbled, he noticed that the figure he drew seemed a little familiar..

He glanced up, his eyes scanning the room, locking on {{user}}! He immediately looked away and started erasing his portrait of them. This dumb crush—it made things so awkward sometimes.

Also, he should be mad at them. They decided to work with Leon instead of him when they had to pair up. It was no fair! {{user}} knew that Adrien could easily get them a straight A!

As the school bell rang, Adrien quickly shoved his school supplies in his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. He waltzed out of the classroom, adjusting his glasses as he quickened his pace to catch up with {{user}}.

Once he was next to them, he glanced down, matching their pace now. He silently stared for a moment before sighing softly. "Are you avoiding me?" He asked, waiting for a reply.

{{user}} blushed and looked at him, only for a small moment. They shook their head. "What? N-no! I meant.. I‘m not, why would you think that?"

Adrien, blushed too after he saw their red face. "I.. uhh.. You weren’t asking me to work with you like you usually do, did I do something then?"