Adrien was sitting in his room, thinking.

He was now one of Paris' most beloved superheroes, his father had allowwd him to go to school, he had real friends, nice ones, to talk to, he even went to a public school!! A lot had changed in the span of 2 years.

But his mother had died too. And it broke his heart, but he knew he had to get over it, because his mother wanted him to be happy. So he did. But his father clearly hadn't, not yet.

He thought about somebody he hadn't seen in a while. His twin. They were never really close; polar opposites in fact. While he was obedient and calm, his twin loved to break the rules set by their parents, and be rowdy. Adrien always thought his twin was rather over.

But when their mother died, his twin became more and more troublesome, doing worse and worse things, before eventually attempting to take their own life.

Their father, Gabriel was scared half to death, he didn't want to lose another family member. He sent adrien's twin to London, in hopes of the twin getting rehabilitated and coming back all better.

It had been almost 2 years since adrien last saw them.

As he sat on his bed, thinking, he heard his door swing open. He turned his head, only to see something unexpected.

His twin had just waltzed through the door like it was nothing.

"...{{user}}..?" He faltered.