3: EXPELLED

                                    

                                          
"Marinette is amazing and I'm so lucky to have her by my side, but... something feels a bit off."
"What do you mean off?" Y/N wasn't exactly friends with Marinette. Yeah, they were in the 
same friend group, but the girl was too goody-shoes for Y/N. She didn't hate Marinette though. As far as Y/N was concerned, Marinette was a good person.
"I'm not sure. She is like a violin. So delicate, but always seems to have her own melody." You'd think her melody would be complete with a piano. This is what he wanted to say, but his respect for Y/N was much bigger than his feelings. Because the piano that complimented Marinette's melody was Y/N's brother. Adrien Agreste.
Either way, Y/N was suspecting already. Adrien's relationship with Kagami felt the same way. Forced. "Are you willing to adjust your melody to match hers then? You, Couffaine, are an electric guitar. Your music goes with anything... quite the opposite of a violin." This took Luka by surprise. He knew exactly what Y/N meant. 
"I hate where this is going" the bluenette huffed and leaned back to lie on the bed. "Guitars can only accompany violins for so long." 
"Maybe you should talk to Marinette before it's too late."
"Late for what? The inevitable mistune of violins and guitars? Y/N, I don't know what to think..."
"I think you already know your answer, Luka" Y/N stared at her best friend sadly. She wasn't exactly happy about Marinette toying with Luka's feelings. 
It was silent for a while before Luka spoke. "What is your melody Y/N?"

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What was her melody? He didn't know. Reading people's music was Luka's thing. Yet he could never read Y/N's. He was on his way back home when his mind drifted to her answer a while back. 
"I don't have one Luka."
That couldn't be true. Sometimes Y/N was as bright as the xylophone's sound. Other times, she had submerged in unknown territory for him as deep as a bass. Whereas sometimes, he could listen to the beautiful melody of a harp. 

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It was the day after the battle, and unfortunately for Y/N and Adrien, they had classes. They were walking to the cafeteria after Miss Bustier's class.
 "Y/N, you don't look too good. Did you even sleep?" Adrien asked his sister.
"You are one to talk, goldilocks. I could probably see your eyebags from space."
"Hey! I will not take insults from you! Your eye bags make you look like a panda. Careful they lock you in the zoo." 
"Are you calling me fat!? Come here you little-" They started hitting each other jokingly until Y/N pushed Adrien a little too hard. He fell backward and stumbled with the chemistry teacher, who was holding some explosive chemicals that blew off the second they touched the floor. And that is how the Agrestes ended up in the principal's office. 
"We are sorry Mr. Damocles. I'm sure we can pay for the damage." 
"I'm afraid you are both suspended until the school property is fixed."
"But Mr. Damocles, it was an accident! We didn't mean for this to happen."
"It is the protocol. I have already informed your father. You may leave." Y/N and Adrien exited the school, frowning at the idea of spending time at their empty house. This had to be some sick joke. What kind of chemistry teacher walks around unprotected with chemicals?! Surely that must be a hazard. 
"Adrien, I think I left something in my locker. I'll be back" Y/N ran inside and directed herself straight to the principal's office. There was no way she was going down so easy. Over her dead body. 
"Miss Agreste, I thought I made myself clear-"
"Adrien isn't to blame. Let him stay. This was all my fault." And the chemistry teacher's fault for being a walking hazard. Isn't it obvious how dangerous it is to walk around with explosive material around a school?
"I appreciate what you are trying to do but it has already been decided."
"You don't understand, Adrien can't stay home" Adrien can't know. Mr. Damocles gave her a questioning but somewhat worried look. Y/N became aware of what she said and quickly babbled an excuse. "The paparazzi will drive him insane! He needs to stay here, where he is safe!" 
"I'll see what I can do..." 
"Thank you"