(Miraculous) tomato (nathan) X reader one shots!

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(I own nothing! Well, i mean, i own the plot idea, 

Nathan:"she means, she doesnt own you, me, or any of the miraculous characters." )

You were pulling up into the driveway. This wil be your new home. Your mom got a new job offer so were forced to move half way across the world. No, this building is not your home. It is just a house you living in until you graduate and move back to your hometown with your friends, and your true home. 

You turn up your volume on your phone to keep listening to (favorite artist) to drown out the noise of the moving truck and your parents asking you to smile. You want to go back home. There is nothing good here. You dont have (best friend) here, you even had to break up with your boyfriend because he didnt want want to wait, or do a long distance thing. You hated it here.

As you get out of the car, you see your mom ask you something, but you ignore her. It's her fault youre here anyways. You take your bag and blanket into the house and find a big room. you drop your bag then go back for your suit case. When you get outside you bump into a kid, and you look at him. His tourquoise eyes widen as he looks at you. He says something but you hear, so you mumble an appology and keep keep going, wanting to get some sleep as soon as possible.

You finally have everything put away, and you plug in your speakers to your wall. You hook up your phone to it with bluetooth, and you close your eyes falling asleep on a sleeping bag because the furniture hasnt come in yet. When youre finally about to fall asleep your phone goes off. You groan as you roll over to check it. It's (best/friend). "Whaaaat?! I was almost asleep!" You just hear their laugh on the other end. "Omg, (y/n), i should be complaining. It's four in the morning for me." You groan loudly in their ear. "I didnt sleep on the plane flight, or the car ride! I want some sleep!" You hang up but then feel bad. You'll most likely see them again, so the least you can do is answer their call. But when that thought comes to mind, sleep is already back to claim you in it's arms.

~le time skip to the next day~

You wake up to your parents arguing, and so loud, about the stupidest thing. Should they paint the master bedroom green, or blue. Should they redo the carpet or not? You do your best to not barge in there and flip them off. Instead you calmly walk in. "Mom. Dad. Youre both pretty, can i go back to sleep now?" Your mom gasps, and runs up to you. "No! Honey, your new school bus is going to be here in like twenty minutes. You have to get ready!" She pushes you back to your room, as peppy as ever. Your dad follows. "(M/n), give the girl some space. She just moved in. Let her get comfortable here. I'll call in sick. (Y/n), you and i can go shopping for school supplies, then you and your mom can go buy clothes." You smile, lucky to have a dad who gets what it's like to have become a teenager and not still a little girl. Those are rare. "Thanks dad. I'm gonna sleep now!" You happily close your door and crawl under your sleeping bag to sleep.

When you wake up, it's about 12 pm Paris time. You get on some clothes, brush your (h/c) hair, and do your make up. You wear a grey hoodie with (f/c) tee shirt, and (2ndF/c) skirt with black leggings and (f/c) vans. You put on a black headband since your hair is being stubborn. You add a bit of (f/c) eye shadow, just to compete the look. When you leave your new room, your parents look at you and smile. "So proud honey!" You dodge your mom's hug. "Dad, supplies?" He ruffles your already unruley hair, and nods. "Sure thing kiddo." And off to the store you went.

When you got to the store, you could hear the school bell ring. You pulled the hood up over your head. You hated school. You loved your friends at your old school, but right now, instead of anger boiling at thought of school, tears start bubbling. You blink them away as you find some cool note books. They're in all colors, sizes, print sizes (college ruled or wide), and patterns. You pick out a few for basic classes. But then you notice a few sketch books. One calls out your name. You've never been real big into drawing, but you do doodle every now and then. You reach out for a black sketch pad with gold framing, and (f/c) frame for a small square hole, where you'd put the "if lost" info. As you reach another hand also reaches, yes the cliche is happening, and your hands bump. You blush embarrassed and look up from your hood. "I'm sorry, did you want it?" When you looked it was the boy you ran into, literally. "Uh, no. Go ahead......um, i met you yesterday. Right?" You nod as you pick up the sketch book and lower your hood. "Uh, (y/n)" you hold out your free hand. He looks down and his red bangs fall into his face more. "N-nathan." He smiles and shakes your hand.