A 'Special' Issue (MLB Nathaniel Kurtzberg x Marc Anciel)

✿Chapter Three✿

Nathaniel's P.O.V: 

"Listen, Chloe is always like that to everyone, try not to let her words get stuck in your head. Okay?"   

"O-Okay... I-I won't..."

"Promise? I can't let her words hurt someone I know again, it's all happened to often to process." 

Wow, how too many times Chloe is making everyone get akumatized almost everyday. Hopefully though, I can somehow prevent Marc from Chloe getting him akumatized. Even though... It's all thanks to myself that he's able to become 'Reverser' back then. I slam my face into my pillow as I groan into it. Stupid mornings and how much I hate them. Yet if I come to school late again, I'm as good as done for my family. I shift my body off my bed sluggishly as I run a hand through my red bangs. 

"Come on Nath, it's just another day of school." 

I mumble to myself as I stand up to my feet, grab my new set of clothes as I walk into the hall of my house and to the bathroom. Another day of school here, another day to see my writing partner and continue our last series comic. 

Marc's P.O.V: 

My fingers tap all over my phone screen as I await for some type of reply from Nathaniel. I take a hand off from my phone as I use my now free hand to loosen up the black choker around my neck. Me and this sudden impatient rush inside me, how and when am I getting these just now? I look up from my phone to the front of my classroom as slowly all my classmates walk inside. Of course, my seat is in the back of the classroom. But, who can really blame me? Well, never mind, just myself for being this idiotically shy. I shift my phone into my red hoodie pocket as I detect out my teacher enter my classroom. 

"Good morning class! Hopefully you all have finished the homework that was assigned to you yesterday, or at least enjoyed the weather if you didn't have any." my teacher informs everyone as in sync we all instinctively nod. I take my binder out as I flip to a specific section, pulling out my finished homework as I just feel a soft buzz in my hoodie pocket. I keep my homework out on my desk as I quickly pull out my phone from my pocket, maybe just maybe I can manage to send Nath something back. 

N: "Hey! Sorry for the late reply! I just saw all your messages and I'm heading to school now." 

I take a single last peak to everyone around me as no eyes are directed to me, I quickly type on my little keyboard at the bottom of my phone. 

M: "It's fine, but you'll most likely be late." 

N: "I'm aware, also, I wanted to talk to you about something for the comic later when we meet up in the art room! So be prepared for that!" 

Nathaniel wants to talk to me about something for the finale comic with me? What can that even be about? All the dialogue and most of the storyboard is all set and prepared for the start of the final drafts. I mean, at this point there can't be too much to need to plan out. Yet, Nathaniel wants to talk? My mind drops down back to earth as I make out a feminine like hand reach down to my paper and collect it in a small stack of other papers in her arm. My teacher continues on collecting everyone's homework.         

Well, at least this is my English class first subject of the day. I take out my notebook from under my red hoodie as I open up to a new page and start to continue to right in it. What can possibly be a good starting point for a second season? Maybe I can always reveal the biggest enemy of Ladybug and Chat Noir! Make something twist so no body could expect it. 

"... Maybe I can make someone that's secretly meaningful to either Chat Noir or Ladybug reveal to be the biggest villain Hawkmoth... Make him or her akumatize them self!" 

Actually, no... that sounds far too fast pace to begin this. God this is all so hard to think about, and here I am still trying to listen to my own teacher at the same time. The teacher though for some reason looks a bit excited about something. Is something going on? I tap my pencil in a quick seesaw motion on the blank pages of the inside of my notebook into the air and back. 

"Before I start our next lesson, I should inform you all that there is a upcoming seasonal school dance! As there will be lots of music, games and dancing, along with a dance contest, winner of the dance contest will win there very own page on the school website! As you can add anything onto it as long as you aren't posting on anything inappropriate!" 

A seasonal school dance? How much more is that not only my style, yet so not something someone would invite me too with anyone in the world. 

"I should also say, the judge of the dance will be Mrs. Chloe Bourgeois." 

My heart stops at hearing Chloe's full name as I stop tapping my pencil against my notebook. No... I can't believe anything today... 

Nathaniel's P.O.V: 

"I can't even breathe..." 

I stop right into the school as I place my hands on both of my knees. My mom is so killing me for being this late to school. I slowly rise myself back up as I stare at the sudden rush of classmates from both my own class and other classes all talking to each other. Some getting a more satisfying response to something, or reviving a more displeased look or sad one. 

"What's... even going on?" I ask myself under my breath as I turn my back around, unconsciously I walk backwards as I hit someone else in the back right behind me. I spin myself back around as I look at someone with they're hoodie up, covering there face, "A-Ah! I'm sorry! Are you-?" 

"Nathaniel?" The voice asks me, in a way with some hints of relief and question, the slightly more taller figure takes off his hoodie as Marc looks straight into my one showing eye. 

"Marc! Hey! Do you have any idea on what's actually going on here?" 

"Y-Yeah, the school's announced this seasonal school dance coming u-up. Everyone in every class is trying to ask one another out." Marc explains to me as he still holds his binder and his black notebook close to himself. 

"Well, surely it looks like I'll need some more explaining once lunch hits around-." 

"N-Nath? i-it IS lunchtime." 

I stay quiet for a moment as I take the moment to process Marc's words clearly enough. Wait, how much traffic was I even in for this?! Perfect, my mom is now one-hundred percent sure to ground me. I stare back at Marc as he looks at me with the same typical timid like look in his eyes. 

"You planning on going to the dance Marc?" 

"N-Not so sure y-yet, I mean... I don't think anyone would ask me out anyways. B-Besides, I'm too shy to go to something so public like a s-school dance..." 

"Hey, don't worry about a thing Marc! I mean, I'm sure someone can ask you out! Just try to brainstorm a little bit." 

I gently and playfully punch the side of his arm as I give him a assuring smile. I spot a small spark of inspiration in his bright emerald eyes as he looks at me for a pause of time, before snapping back to reality. 

"Thought of a possibility or two?" 

"... Y-Yeah, definitely..."