I've been wanting to write some MariNath (shy Tomato son is just too sweet) so here's a little something short and sweet while I work on my other fics lel

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First Kiss

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She giggled, a childish sound that bubbled into his ears and turned the crawling worms in his stomach into fluttering butterflies. The butterflies flew up, up, up, flitting through his chest and bursting from between his lips.

"Marry me" were the words the butterflies turned into.

The little girl tilted her head, her twin tails bouncing and her blue eyes widening, boring into his very heart and soul. He swallowed the lump in his throat before speaking again.

"When we grow up, marry me, okay?" the boy repeated, his face almost as red as his hair. To his wonder and joy, she nodded and giggled again as she leaned forward to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

"Okay!"

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'Who was your first kiss?'

Nathanaël frowned at the pastel pink page. He usually just played along with his classmates' harmless shenanigans, especially if it was from someone as well-meaning as Rose, but this pink slam book was asking too many questions.

If he was going to be completely honest though, it was just that it had asked the one question he really couldn't answer.

He peeked ahead through his fringe at the dark-haired girl who sat a few rows ahead. Marinette seemed to be paying attention to the lecture, untroubled by childhood memories. She most certainly did not remember that promise they made back in maternelle, much less the kiss—she might not even remember that they went to the same school. But maybe—?

Then he had an idea. It was a dirty, dishonest, despicable idea, but the rebellious streak that usually confined itself to his art reared its head. Glancing furtively at Rose and Juleka to make sure neither were watching him, he flipped a few pages back, searching for the page Marinette had written her answers on.

'Wait a minute.' For some reason he was expecting her to be the kind of girl who'd write "papa" or "maman" as the answer to that question, but no—she had written something else entirely.

It couldn't be—but what if she actually did remember?

'I'm being such a rebel today,' Nathanaël sighed as he took up his pen again, but he couldn't help a small smile from creeping onto his lips as he copied Marinette's answer. After all, it's not like this was an exam.

"Come on, Marinette, you're not being fair."

"How am I not being fair? You just drew a smiley instead of actually answering!" Marinette replied with a grin, countering Alya's nudging by elbowing her in the ribs.

"Aw, not even a clue?" her best friend pressed on. "At least tell me his name."

"That's not just a 'clue' anymore!" the darker-haired girl laughed. "Come on, Alya, it's a slam book, it's just silly stuff! It's not like he remembers anyway."

'What am I getting all worked up over, it's not like she remembers anyway.' Nathanaël sighed as his gaze lingered on his messy cursive.

'Who was your first kiss?'

'It's a secret ;) '

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So, does Marinette remember the kiss or is she talking about a different one? *wink wink* huehuehuehuehuehuehue

Note: Maternelle is basically preschool.