What was Adrien’s ridiculous middle name??
IM HAVING A STROKE
THAT WAS THE NAME??
I thought it’d be IDK NOT THAT RIDICULOUS, I’M LIKE TEMPTED TO CHANGE IT BUT IT’S SO DUMB I WANT TO KEEP IT.
THANK YOU @p-artsypants YOU’RE MY HERO.
“Do you know why I wanted to speak with you, Adrien?”
Adrien fidgeted, his fingers tightening their hold on his bag strap. Staring down at the desk was easier than being pierced by his teacher’s displeased stare.
“No, I don’t,” he mumbled. He wasn’t lying, he honestly had no clue why his teacher requested to speak to him after class. He wasn’t late, he didn’t fall asleep, he didn’t disrupt the lesson in any way whatsoever, at least he thought so. He couldn’t figure out what the problem was.
Whatever it was, he hoped it wasn’t severe enough to warrant a phone call to his father.
“I graded your chapter one tests last night,” she began to elaborate. She paused to pick up a paper from her desk before holding it out in front of Adrien’s face. “And the first thing I see is this.”
Adrien raised an eyebrow, no longer nervous but genuinely confused now. All the multiple-choice questions on the paper were each filled in, and although two were marked wrong, he saw nothing else that could be worth getting upset over.
He looked back up to see her scowling.
“I like jokes myself, Adrien, but not when it comes to tests. You’re my best student, so it surprised me to see you do something like this. I can assure you it’s not funny.”
“What’s not funny? What joke?” Adrien asked, getting more confused by the second. He liked to think of puns from time to time in class and sometimes during tests more often than he’d liked to admit, but he would try them out on Ladybug, not test them out on schoolwork.
“This!” she snapped, pointing to his name written at the top.
“My name? What’s wrong with it?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Do you really expect me to believe that your full name is ‘Adrien Perfection Agreste’?”
Adrien frowned. When he finally admitted to his friends what his middle name was, they had laughed, but had gotten over it pretty quickly, although they never failed to joke about it once in a while. They had never gotten mad over it like his teacher did.
“My father is creative when it comes to designing clothes,” he said, crossing his arms together. “When it comes to names? Not so much.”
“Adrien, I know this isn’t your real name. Why not just tell me now and you won’t have to get detention?”
“Detention because of my name?!” he snapped, now getting frustrated. “I can’t help it what my father decided to name me when I was born! Trust me, I wish it wasn’t my middle name.”
“This joke has gone on long enough,” she replied icily. Her hands lay flat on the desk as she tried to stare down the younger Agreste, who didn’t flinch in the slightest. Gigantitan was scarier than this woman.
“Tell me your middle name, your real one, and you won’t get in trouble.”
Adrien gritted his teeth. He had never gotten in trouble at school before, and he would be damned if he let it happen because of his name.
“You want to know what my real middle name is?”
“Yes!”
“Google it, bitch!”
…
Apparently, you couldn’t get detention because of your name, but you could if you called your teacher a bitch to her face.
Worth it, he mused as he twirled his pencil around two fingers and stole a peek at the clock.
Only an hour to go.