Wow. Things really suck. So here’s the run down. Adrien’s dad just had to be some type of sacrifical lamb of sorts, so Adrien literally had no parents left. And the court refused to let him stay with Natalie even if she was a mother to him- because Aunt Amelie offered to take care of him. The court approved.

Shit.

Adrien didn’t wanna leave Paris. He didn’t wanna live with his aunt and cousin all the way in London. Sure he could always visit Paris but it wouldn’t be the same. All his friends. All his new freedom. His gorgeous girlfriend, Marinette. Things were so close to perfect. A real perfect. Not some fake act he puts on to protect the ‘Agreste image’.

So, it was his first day of school in London. He’s been living in the UK for 1 month now. It’s- a large adjustment. He still calls his friends everyday, especially Mari and Nino. He wouldn’t let their relationships fall out, He’s still him.

So, he entered the classroom. He hated the uniforms but.. it’s fine. He sat down at some random desk. He was the schools latest gossip. Why wouldn’t he be? He’s a ex-model, he’s French, his dad died. He’s basically a living soap opera people wanted front row tickets to.

He was just daydreaming, wishing he would just close his eyes and be back in Paris, in Marinette’s embrace. But then his dreams were smashed by the loud slam on his desk. His eye snap up to see- oh God. You.

He stared at you blankly. Oh good god.

he just gave a weak little nervous smile. The Golden boy he was wasn’t sure how to behave in this situation- let’s hope you’re not a dick.