Marc x Nathaniel Stories

Plague Nurse

In retrospect, M. Damocles should have called the school board to do something about the camera situation instead of some 'well-respected' repair company. He's made countless calls, waiting for them to come to the school and fix them so the footage could finally be accessed ever since the cameras got damaged during sn Akuma attack months ago, but he's either been put on hold for hours to days or on the day of the supposed appointment, no one would show up. Well, rest assured, he'd be reporting them. But he's getting off track just a bit right now.

As a well-respected school with dozens of well-connected and talented students attending, they were required by law to have a CCTV system, not just because of the students' statuses, but to keep them safe from the more troublesome ones... And he suspects one or more of them might be more than just trouble after what happened in the cafeteria moments ago.

With a sigh, the graying man walked over to the window behind his desk and gazed down at the front entrance, looking forlorn as one redheaded student covered in hives was carried into an ambulance. If he listened closely, the principal could hear the cries of one particular student with black hair... This will not end well.

~Earlier~

Denise leaned over the railing of the mezzanine, drinking their smoothie and glaring down at none other than the Austins like a hawk waiting for their moment to strike and maul their prey. Walking into school that morning, Denise felt a chill go down their spine as soon as they saw the Austins in their usual cluster, snickering at something the blonde Austin was showing them on his phone. No doubt making fun of Adrien's latest photoshoot. 'I thought rich kids looked out for one another,' Denise thought.

The curly-haired student narrowed their eyes at the four biggest jerks in school sitting on one of the benches and talking with these smug, devious looks on their faces. Then and there, Denise knew something was up. They only get those looks when they're about to do something asshole-worthy. Two weeks ago, Marinette's latest design that she had been working on for a month was now mysteriously covered in cherry soda. Someone broke into her art club locker and splashed it all over the fabric. She was mad but relieved everyone else's projects were safe... Honestly, that girl is just too wholesome in Denise's opinion.

Then this other time, Jean's musical theater scripts- which they kept in their locker to read during their free time- were found shredded. There's seventy-five euros he'll never get back. One student mentioned seeing the Austins, all four of them, going into the locker room and being in there for quite a while. But, that wouldn't hold up because, without any reliable evidence, the Austins couldn't be punished.

Denise huffed. "Do we even have cameras?"

"I ask myself that every time Chloe pulls some shit." Recognizing the low but soft voice, Denise turned to Ivan with a smile and gripped his hand tight for their 'Dillon and Dutch' handshake.

"Hey, Bruel. I'm uh... Just seeing what the Austins are up to." Ivan stands next to them behind the mezzanine. "Someone's gotta keep an eye on those little shits, right? And look- you can just tell they're up to something, I know it." Ivan nodded along, glaring at the four of them with the same amount of hate as his friend.

Ivan muttered, "Soon as they're exposed, I'm wrapping my hands around their necks." Mylene made him swear to not take action, and he supposed she made some sense. The Austins are four of the wealthiest boys in France, their parents can easily sue if any damage is done to their sons. Ivan would rather make out with Hawkmoth than have his parents' cafe tank because they had to sell it to pay back the money that the Austins' parents are suing them for... But, no one has to know he did it. "What are you thinking?"

"Probably another cherry soda stunt," Denise snarked. "The four of them down that stuff like it's their religion, and they weren't given detention for destroying Marinette's dress? A la mierda esto-" Denise cut themself off. "Hey. Hey, what are they doing?" They point to Austins T and Q getting up from the bench and walking. "That's not weird at all."