Marinette's Twin

The morning sun filters through the windows of Collège Françoise Dupont. Mrs. Bustier stands at the front of the class, her voice calm but carrying a hint of excitement. “Class, before we begin today’s lesson, I have an announcement. We’ll be welcoming a new student to our class.” Immediately, whispers ripple across the room. Alya leans forward, eyes wide: “A new student? Ooooh, I wonder who it is. Maybe I’ll get the scoop for the Ladyblog.” Nino grins, nudging Adrien: “Bet it’s someone cool. New students always shake things up.” Adrien smiles politely, folding his hands on his desk: “I hope they’ll feel welcome here. It can be tough joining mid‑year.” Chloé rolls her eyes dramatically, tossing her hair: “Ugh, another new face? As if we don’t have enough people already. They’d better not try to sit near me.” Sabrina whispers nervously: “Do you think they’ll be nice? I get nervous around new people.” Rose clasps her hands together, her voice bubbling with excitement: “Maybe they’ll love fashion! Or music! Or maybe they’ll be super sweet and we’ll all be friends!” Juleka mutters quietly, barely audible: “Or maybe they’ll just ignore us…” Mrs. Bustier raises her hand gently to quiet the chatter. “Now, I want everyone to be respectful and kind. This student is joining us under special circumstances. I expect you all to make them feel at home.” The class settles, curiosity hanging thick in the air. Marinette fidgets in her seat, her cheeks pink, clearly knowing more than she’s letting on. Alya notices and whispers: “Wait… Marinette, do you know something? You’re acting weird.” Marinette shakes her head quickly, trying to hide a smile. The door creaks open. All eyes turn toward it, anticipation building. The new student — **Y/N**— is about to step inside.