Who would've thought that a character with so little screen time would have knocked my writers block out? Such a strange world...okay no it isn't Nathanael is precious and he's just the cutest thing. Of course I adore Ladynoir to the moon and back and can't wait for them to finally get together, but it's nice to have another ship on the side...also love triangles. Let's have some drama!

Story is mostly based off of my headcanons, and will mostly likely be OCC (idk we'll see in the next episode).

Pairing in this is Marinette x Nathanael. You have been warned...

I do not own Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir!

Chapter 1. Why Me?

It was an ordinary day. There was nothing special about it whatsoever. Nathanael woke in the morning, walked to school, and sketched when the teacher wasn't looking, which in truth was almost always since not only was he all the way in the back, but he could easily hide behind the bulking figure of Ivan. Plus the added benefit of being the wallflower of the class, most everyone seemed to forget about him

The exceptions were of course Rose and Juleka, but they were his friends so they didn't count.

And the only person the red head wanted to count had accused him of stealing.

Granted the whole incident could have been avoided had he not sketched it, but that blonde had been flaunting it about, and he was bored out of his mind while waiting for the parents to start speaking. Nathanael had though it would be safe since he never let anyone see his work (once again Rose and Juleka being exceptions but it was rare even for them), but of course he had to carry his sketch book with him, because just the thought of someone trying to sneak a peek sent him into a trembling fit.

Especially since the only person that really mattered in his class filled most of the pages.

Thinking back on the event, it was probably dumb luck that the bracelet drawing fell out. Considering how few of his sketches were of other things (at least in that book), he'd take a false conviction over never-ending embarrassment any day.

He felt pathetic. Not because he was easily looked over, not because he couldn't defend himself most of the time, not because he could become a stuttering mess under pressure- he had accepted these traits about him a while back –no, the feeling washed over him because angry or not, she noticed him that day. It was in no way shape or form he wished for, but the fact that she looked at him, acknowledged his existence…that it made him happy in some twisted way.

Of course any trace of it disappeared when she jumped to Adrien's defense, blushing all the way.

A defeated sigh escaped his lips as he took the scenic route back home. That day was a while ago, and thinking about it left him with a jumble of emotions, but on this ordinary day, his mind was left to wander.

That is until he saw her. The only one that mattered.

The scenic route passed by a park, and when he eyes glanced over, he spotted her immediately sitting under a tree in the shade of its changing leaves. A light blush warmed his cheeks, embarrassed by the fact that he could spot of from a distance off. Was he a creep? The growing number of sketches seemed to agree with him.

He almost convinced himself to turn way, to skitter back to him home, lock himself in his room, and create to his hearts' content.

But something was wrong. She wasn't just relaxing in the light breeze that made her dark pigtails sway ever so slightly- yep creep. Definitely a creep.

Somehow, Nathanael was able to push away these thoughts; they were only a distraction from the situation. It wasn't until he could make her out more clearly did he realize that his feet had moved him closer. Her body was hunched; knees held close to her chest, her forehead hiding between her knees. Maybe he could…

No. Obviously something was going on. Alya was most likely nearby grabbing something to comfort her friend, now was not to time to fulfill his need to be closer.

And yet he found himself moving closer-what, no, body…legs! Stop!

Too late. He was in front of her now. Nathanael needed to get away. Why didn't he head straight home? Why did he walk by the park? Why did he turn his head? Why did it have to be her? Why was he just staring at her now? Why was she so cute? Why…why…what made that noise? It sounded like somebody was talking to- oh no…

She was looking at him.

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~bleedingnightingale