prompt: you just enrolled into college françios dupont, and the first thing you did was run into the nicest boy you've ever met; literally.

warnings: I kinda skimmed over this, so if some of the sentences don't make sense please point it out :,)

notes: sequel to piece of mind; the song i imagined you both playing together is 'hirari, hirari' piano cover by MyReminiscence :)

edited: 6/28
words: 2109

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A week and a half has passed since you've arrived in Paris, most of your days being filled with endless nights whilst playing piano with a certain masked hero.

Day by day, Chat Noir has sacrificed his sleep for you, coming by after every patrol to help you complete your piece. But you can't really call it just yours, can you? It's just as much his as it is yours.

Unfortunately, you've grown close to the cat within the short time you've been here (Chat would say otherwise). You couldn't decide if it was his charm or the loneliness you felt being the new girl in town.

You decided to leave the answer unquestioned for your sake.

A smile graced your lips as you listened to Chat Noir's brainstorming, your heart following the rhythm of the keys he played for you. The way he so easily came up with the bridge astounded you, leaving you starstruck as you both played the rest together.

"It sounds so good!" You exclaimed, sliding your journal towards him to write the notes before they dissipate from his head. Chat Noir grins in satisfactory, scribbling them down as you fawned over the piece you created together.

"What can I say? I'm a genius." Chat Noir tuts, earning a playful roll of your eyes, a sarcastic laugh escaping past your lips. "You can't take all the credit, Chat."

"I know. It's a wonder what that pretty little head of yours can come up with!" He says, poking at your forehead as you nervously looked away, swatting at his probing finger.

Chat Noir watched with a knowing smirk, noticing how you shy'ed away from his teasing, only for it to drop when he noticed the shift in the mood.

Your eyes were trained on your alarm clock, the time/date being displayed in a taunting manner. It was Saturday.

One more day left and you would be off to François DuPont, a private school filled with celebrities kids and public figures.

You're absolutely terrified.

The ears on top of his head twitched, a determined look in his eyes when he abruptly stood up from his seat next to you, almost startling you.

"Chat?"

Your whole body tensed when his gloved hand enveloped yours, tugging you out of the seat with no trouble. "Let's take a break, only god knows how much you need it." Chat Noir teased.

Usually, you would retaliate with a comment of your own, but your mind was too busy with sealing the feeling of Chat Noir's hand into your memory, never wanting to forget this moment.

Shaking your head free of the intrusion, you sat yourself down with all your weight, groaning out as he began tugging you away from the piano. "But we're so close on finishing!"

"We'll have tomorrow to finish, don't worry." He laughed out, your resistance reminding him of a cat clinging on their owner's shirt for dear-life.

Having enough of your antics, he pulled the seat itself away from the piano, successfully getting you a break.

"Now. Tell me what's on your mind." Chat Noir asks, sitting on your bed with his legs crossed, leaning his head on his fist as he intently stared at you.

You groaned out in embarrassment, hugging your legs to your chest as you rested your chin between them. "I'll be starting school on Monday, and I'm scared I'm not gonna fit in." You mumbled, hoping it was quiet enough for him to not understand your 'dilemma'.

Unlucky for you, Chat Noir has a great sense of hearing.

"Y/n, for the week I've known you, I have nothing but good things to say about you." Chat says, making your heart jump. "You're such a good person! You're talented, have an infectious laugh, and kinda annoying-"

"Chat!"

"- but funny!"

You laughed, not able to hide your grin, already feeling a lot better than you did before.

"Anyone would be crazy to not like you." He finishes, a warm smile on his face. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to get rid of the dumb smile you were making, but to no avail.

Sighing out, you let yourself relax, wholeheartedly thanking the hero. "It means a lot coming from you. I'm glad I met you."

Chat sat there, a little dumbfounded at the speed of his heart and the warm feeling in his face, but all was interrupted when his ring beeped with a warning.

"I gotta run home, sorry to cut our session so short." He frowned, twisting the ring around his finger, slightly annoyed at it.

You waved him off, making sure to tell him not to worry about it. Soon enough, you'd be fine, if you liked it or not. And even if all things failed, at least you'd still have him.

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'Up the stairs, to the left'

You repeated these words under your breath like a mantra, awkwardly weaving through the questioning stares of many students. You were lucky enough to run into a sweet girl who happily gave you directions to the principal's office and a seat next to her during lunch.

So far, you'd say things were going great!

You were able to get your schedule and required books, studying the paper with close attention. Your first mistake of the day.

"4-C. . . 2-B. . . 5-"

You cursed to yourself when you felt yourself running into someone, the contents of your bag spilling out as you set priority in your school books.

"I am so sorry!" You apologized, making the move to gather your things off the floor. You heard them utter a quick 'it's fine', sticking around the help pick up your stuff.

Sparring them a grateful smile, you visibly cringed when he grabbed your journal, the pages opened conveniently to the piece you and Chat Noir created.

It only became confusing when you heard him audibly gasp, his eyes darting up to you with shock. "It's you-rrr first day of school. . and I bumped into you, I'm so sorry." He quickly added, confusing your further.

"I was the one not watching where I was going, it's not your fault." You chuckled, putting your hand out for your journal, only to be pulled up by the strange, but nice, boy.

"I'm Adrien."

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from grinning, your eyes glancing at the hand that held yours. "Y/n."

Adrien followed your field of view, his face heating up when he realized he was still holding your hand. "So," he lets go of your hand, "you play piano? I couldn't help but to notice your journal." He notes, wondering why he was being so awkward.

It could be the obvious fact that he wasn't his alter-ego at the moment, but someone you have no knowledge about. At least you weren't some crazy, obsessed fan. Right?

You nodded your head, receiving the book back from the blond, slipping it back into its rightful place in your bag. "Yeah, it's runs in my family."

At the suggestion of walking to the Locker room, Adrien finally relaxed into the conversation, the familiarity of it all coming back to him.

But he couldn't help but to notice the uneasy look on your face. Not because of him, he hoped, but because of the many stares and whispers you're getting from everyone around.

Adrien wasn't dense. He knew most of the school were loyal fans and could get a little hostile when he's seen with someone new, and if he knew anything about you, he knew the attention was unsettling.

That's when he got the bright idea of showing your around the school, eventually leading you to the music room.

"Y'know, so you can become familiar with the school!" He exclaimed, a bright smile on his face. Your heart jumped at the sight, getting a familiar sense of a certain cat. "That would be great. This school is a lot bigger than my last."

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Just like he promised, Adrien gave you a quick rundown of the school's layout, saving the best for last.

You stood there in wonder at the wide variety of instruments the room held, your eyes glued to the Grand Piano sitting in the far corner of the room. It was gorgeous!

"I know playing the piano is an outlet to many to relax, so I thought you would like to play a little before class begins." Adrien says, watching with adoration as your fingers ran along the keys gently.

"That's really sweet of you, Adrien. Thank you!" You exclaimed, not wasting another second as you pulled out your journal.

You're not sure when you'll get another chance to play your piece on a grand piano, so now is as good as ever to play it!

"A special friend of mine helped me create this piece, but we haven't got the chance to play it for anyone. I would like your opinion, if that's okay?"

Special friend.

And then the second mistake was made that day.

"Y'know. . . I, myself, play the piano." Adrien says, not realizing what he said would jeopardize his secret identity.

It took everything in you not to react. Not too long ago, Chat Noir said the exact same thing to you. Word for word. There was no way! What were the chances of Chat Noir being under the same roof as you in his civilian form? Where you thinking too much into this?

"You do?"

Blond hair.

Green eyes.

His smile.

Was he really standing right in front of you?

You bit the inside of your cheek, an idea forming in your head. If it were really him, he would have no problem playing the piece. "Would you like to join me?" You asked, a mischievous grin fighting to play on your lips.

Adrien perked up at your request, happily taking the seat next to you before placing his fingers on the rightful keys, not sparring the journal a glance.

Your heart hammered against your chest, his actions not going unnoticed by you. It allowed you to catch the silver ring adorning his finger, only confirming your theory further.

"Try to keep up." You lightheartedly joked, stretching your fingers before beginning the 1st measure, the tune soft and sweet.

Adrien grinned at your comment, wanting nothing more but to make his own snide remark, but he knew it would only make him more suspicious. But deep down, he wanted just that. He wanted you to see through his mask and accept him as Adrien. He wanted you to accept all of him.

As the tempo trickled to a stop, Adrien joined in without missing a beat, his fingers dancing over the keys expertly. It was just as you predicted!

It was him. Chat Noir. Your Chat Noir.

You couldn't help the bubble of laughter in your chest, a grin making its way on your face as your music infused together, creating a harmony no one can ignore.

It was so peaceful.

As the last measure came to a close, you ignored the way your heart danced around when you noticed the adoration Adrien was staring at you with.

And when you turned to each other, the both of you having something to say, the doors were thrown open, startling you out of your skin.

A girl with glasses makes her way to the front of the crowd, her phone out and recording. "That was amazing! I've never heard anything like it before. Did you write it? What's your name?!"

You nervously laughed, taking in everyone's compliments as you gathered your thoughts together. "Yes, I did!"

"Wow!"

"That's so cool!"

"They're so talented!"

"But, I couldn't have done it without a special someone." You smiled, glancing in Adrien's direction knowingly.

The poor boy couldn't do nothing but stare at you in shock, ignoring the obnoxious laughter coming from inside of his white shirt as his mind raced.

But atlas, there was nothing either of you could do at the moment. It wasn't long till Alya, the girl with the blog, swept you away from the music room to interview you for her student blog.

Although it was everything but smooth, it was still a great first day at François DuPont in your book!