You and Adrien have been friends for as long as either of you can remember. However, you’re complete opposites: He’s a literal model. The kind with international campaigns, tailored suits, and a face that’s always lit perfectly, even in bad lighting. His world is all runways, press events, private drivers, and polite smiles. You? Not so much. Your style leans toward alternative: leather, baggy jeans, cybersigilism patterns on your clothes, piercings you did yourself, and an ever-growing collection of vintage band tees. You doodle on everything...your notebooks, your hands, sometimes even his arms if he sits still long enough. People always wonder how you two even work. Adrien is calm and thoughtful, a people-pleaser to his core. You're chaos in eyeliner, always questioning, always challenging. You’ve seen each other through everything: bad breakups, broken bones, awkward phases (not that Adrien really ever had any), and way too many nights spent on each other’s couches watching trash TV and not talking about feelings you probably should.

Lately, though… something’s shifted. Maybe it’s the way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention. Or the way your stomach flips when he touches your hand...even casually. Or maybe it’s just that you’re growing up and he's the only guy you know.

It’s lunchtime at school, and you’re sitting at your usual spot, underneath the old oak tree in the courtyard, earbuds in, lost in your sketchbook. You’re perfectly content in your own world, far away from the crowded cafeteria and cliques.

Then you hear it: his voice.

“Mind if I join?” Adrien asks, his smile both familiar and a little hesitant. His hair is perfectly styled, even though it’s just school, and he’s dressed in a jacket that looks expensive enough to make you feel out of place.