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

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(Okay, so, i'm just kinda in the mood for sad and sappy romances right now. So again, dontkill me, killing is just as bad as slavery. I do not own miraculous, Nathan, or you. *WARNING* this will be sad and emotional. Only fluffy happy parts at the end.)

You sat on a bench in the park. You watched as birds fly over head. You wish you could have been free like them. Free to soar and travel far above the world. Go anywhere you want at any point of time. Technically you do, but you have yet to leave Paris. Like right now. It's about the fourth class of day for school, and the teachers were bugging you out, so you left. 

Teachers. They think they are so much better than the students. You just needed a moment to rest your eyes. You werent even asleep. Your eyes were just closed. They dont understand anything. No one does. Wheather you are getting yelled at for "sleeping", for drawing, or for your bad grades. You cant get a break.

You pick up a rock and throw it across the park. Dont get me wrong. You werent a bad kid. Just not understood. You were smart, you were nice when you felt like they deserved it, and you do your best to stay out of people's way. They just hated you for some reason or another. like, you stepped on the wrong floor tile in the hall ways, they'd pick a fight with you. You wouldnt fight back. You'd take the beatings. But no one took notice. "Of course not." You lay down on the bench. "Who would notice the shy drawing girl".

~le time skip cuz you took the nap you needed~

You woke up hearing the school bell. You checked your phone and it was the last period of the day. You went back to school. You didnt mind your art teacher. He would listen. Or at least offer to. You never told anyone anything. In your eyes, he was more of a father than your real one. You got to class late, but he never wrote you up. You appretiated that. You were never late on purpose. You were just to slow coming from the park. You took your seat in the back. "(Y/n), how about we sit up front? Just this once?" He gave you a small smile and you ick up your stuff and move one seat further up. He nodded showing you he was greatful for trying.

"Alright. Today is group work. Thats why i had a few of you move. Now, every one say hi tto your seat partner." You look at the red head next to you, he holds out his hand. "Nathan" you look at his hand, then back at his face. He hid it with his hair. You, instead of answering him, point to your id you had on your key chain. He pulled his hand back and nodded. "Okay, now that everyone is introduced. Find one thing hobbies or passions you both share. Then make a model of your similarities in a shoe box. Fill it with pictures, cd's, toys, clothes. Be as creative as you want. Then, on the out side of the box, decorate it with something you keep to yourself." Student groan and you glare at him for making you do this. "No, no, no. I get it. You all have secrets. Write the secret on the out side. But scramble the words. On a piece of paper write the secret. Cut out each word individually. Then tape the words all over the box. Your partner will be doing the same. The box's exterior will covered in words, that inspire your interests, or habits. Which makes it the perfect intro for your similarities." 

You shock everyone by raising your hand. "Y-yes (y/n)? Question." "Can we do something besides a secret?" Rose pipes up. "Ooo! Like a feeling! Or favorite color!" You roll your eyes. "Sure. Just something else?" You see the famous model hold his breath waiting for the teacher's answer. 'Guess even pretty boys have things they dont want to share.' "Fine. Find words to describe how you feel, but how you feel when you think of that secret." You look over at the red head. And he's just drawing. This project wil now be easy. "Alright. Being discusions!"

"What?" Nathan looked up from his drawing. "Um.." you sigh at how lost he is. "We need to find things we have in common and fill up the box with them." He nods. "So far looks like drawing and art. Fill it up with sketches and pencils. Done." "Okay, but what about the outside?" "Think of a secret, the outside filled with your emotions." You roll your eyes and start to sketch. He looks over. "H-hey, thats good." "Thanks." "Um, what is it?" You tear it out and put it in the box. "Sketch no. 1, roses." The sketch had the rose stem, only when you look closer do you see that the thorns in the stem are actually just petals as they fall off. "Wow. Um, is this one good?" He holds up a picture of a girl smiling. You recognise her. You smirk a bit. "Yea, your crush can go right here" he blushes. "I-i. Um.. o-okay."