Nathanaël hated having a bench buddy.

Correction: he hated that said bench buddy was Lila. He'd love to have Marinette beside him! That'd be great! But, Lila wasn't exactly the best partner. She actually made first grade a nightmare!

For starters, Nathanaël found that more and more hair piled on their desk every day. Lila tried to blame it on him, but his hair was not that long or brown. It obviously had to be Lila's hair!

Secondly, Lila was nosy. Nathanaël hadn't gotten to draw in peace once since she arrived. Lila would hover over his shoulder, point out what he was doing wrong, then ask if he could draw her. He always replied with 'no' when she would ask, then turn to the side and hope their elbows didn't knock.

Lila also teased him for being left-handed, then she tried to write with her left hand, only groaning at how awful it looked. Honestly, Nathanaël wanted Marinette to punch her in the face for him. It would be nicer than the constant chatter that came from the girl – er, fox.

"That eye is wonky," Lila said, pointing to the eye on the owl Nathanaël had been drawing.

"I know, I'm gonna fix it," Nathanaël snapped, turning his body to put his back to Lila.

The girl huffed and faced forward, chin held high. "I'm only trying to help, Nathan," she said with a bit of growl. Quickly she recovered her ease and leaned on his shoulder again, "You should draw me, you know. I bet it would look real pretty!"

Nathanaël sighed dramatically and spun around, catching Lila off guard. "Fine," he said. He pulled his paper closer and snatched an orange crayon from his box. Lila tried to watch Nathanaël work, but he kept moving around to block her vision. He added little swirls and hearts to the design as he went, hoping they would appease the girl. "There!" he exclaimed once he was done, holding out the paper, "Done!"

Lila's jaw dropped when she looked at the picture. It…it was perfect! She snatched from his hands, scanning the drawing over dozens of times.

"Do you like it?" Nathanaël asked, praying for a yes. If she said yes, then he'd never have to draw her again, right?

"I told you it would be pretty!" Lila exclaimed, pulling the boy into a hug.

Nathanaël squirmed in her hold, unsure of what exactly was happening. "O-OK, Lila! Lemme go!" he squeaked, pushing on her shoulder to make the girl release him.

"Sorry, sorry," Lila said with a giggle. "Can I draw something for you, too?" she asked after a few moments. When Nathanaël raised an eyebrow, ready to question her, she added, "My papa is a world-wide known artist, so I know what I'm doing!"

He had to oblige, so he offered a piece of paper as well as his crayons. Lila tugged the paper closer and covered her drawing with her hand. When she finished, Lila held out the draw proudly. On the paper was a drawing of a cartoonish fox and a stick-figure with red hair. The fox had its nose pressed to the stick figure's face, which slightly confused Nathanaël. He took the drawing from her hands to figure out what was supposed to be going on. Just as he was about to question it, however, Lila leaned over a kissed his cheek.

His face went bright red, and his eyes blew wide. "Wh-what?" he stuttered.

Lila just sat giggling behind her hand. "How would you like to start a new kingdom with me?" she asked the very confused boy. "You could be my principe volpe."

"Why me?" Nathanaël asked. "I thought you like Adrien?"

Lila shrugged, "He's married, and I want a new kingdom. I need a prince, not a knight." She leaned on the desk, resting her cheek against her fist. "What do you say, Nathy?"

Nathanaël's head swam with thoughts. Lila just basically asked him to be her boyfriend, right? And he would be a prince? Did that mean he got cool fox stuff, too? Why did it have to be him?

"It's a yes or no question, Nathy," Lila said in a sing-song voice. "Want to be prince of the foxes?"

"Can I still be an artist?" Nathanaël asked slowly. Lila giggled and nodded, telling him of course he could still be an artist! That was half the reason she wanted him to be her prince! "OK, then…" he said, nodding with his whole body.

Lila giggled and tugged him into another hug, which Nathanaël had to squirm and wiggle his way out of. He didn't need cooties just because Lila was his princess!

Random idea, don't know if it will go anywhere...