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Gabriel was expecting his son to be practicing piano when he entered his room.
He was not expecting to see his son in the most god-awful outfit he had ever seen.
He wore a red and white flannel, a pink and white poka dot skirt, dark colored tights, and loafers. The combination was a disgrace to fashion itself.
"What in god's name are you wearing?" Gabriel said, trying not to let the pure disgust seep into his tone.
His son jumped in surprise. "Father- I- uh- its not what it looks like-"
"It looks like you robbed a charity shop. I hope you weren't planning in going anywhere in that."
"No!" Adrien blurted out. "I mean, no, I wasn't. I just-"
"Where did you even get these? I definitely didn't design them." He scoffed. He would never stoop so low as to add plad to one of his creations. "And why that skirt?"
Adrien looked away, red hit embarrassment clear on his face. "A few friends gave these to me. I just wanted to try them on. I know I'm not supposed to wear skirts or tights, but I thought it might look nice."
"Adrien, I don't care if you decide to wear a skirt."
The blond boy looked up with wide eyes. "What?"
Gabriel sighed. "I don't care if you wear a skirt. Wear an entire ball gown, for all I care, but for the love of all things fashion, never, ever, wear these pieces together. Its an affront to nature."
The blush that coated his son's face began to lessen. The older man saw joy and shock replace it, mixing into an expression he never saw before.
"Really?" Adrien smiled.
"Yes. Besides, if you wanted a new wardrobe, you could have told Natalie. I'll have to make some designs that ma-"
Gabriel was cut off by his son practically tackling him. "Thank you!" He cried with a huge smile.
When they separated, Gabriel looked over his child once more. "Why the sudden interest in skirts anyway?"
Adrien paled. "Uh," he took a breath. "I'm trans."
As a designer who made alot of high end fashion, Gabriel didn't often get the feeling that he was falling behind, but this moment gave him that feeling.
"You're what?" He asked. Was this like saying someone was gay? His son didn't seem very gay.
"I'm trans. Like, I'm a girl."
Gabriel mentally wrote to have Natalie explain what the hell his son (daughter?) was talking about, and see if he needed to start looking for therapists. "Alright."
Adrien, once again, lit up. "You- you're ok with that?"
"I see no reason why not to be, though I will need to start changing the types of shoots you do."
His child started tearing up. "And- and you'd be ok if I got gender affirming care."
Another thing to have explained to him later. "As long as you won't."
Again, Adrien hugged him. "Thank you, Father!" Gabriel's child repeated.
After a mild struggle to his his child off of him, the older Agreste left the room after a simple "change out of that disgusting outfit."
When he returned to his office, he immediately called for Natalie.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Agreste?"
"Yes. What does 'trans' mean?"
She paused. "I will clear the next hour, sir."