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

✿Chapter Eleven✿

Nathaniel's P.O.V: 

Is this really reality? Me with my arms around a heroine of Paris? Am I even sure this isn't some dream and when I wake up I'm still in my classroom? I turn to Spade Cobra still hopping from rooftop to rooftop. His bright emerald eyes staring straight forwards, though... why do they feel so familiar to me so suddenly? No, stop asking questions to yourself Nathaniel Kurtzberg. 

"S-So... d-do you know where I even live?" 

Wow, I need a gold medal for sounding so uncomfortable in front of a superhero I adored aside with Ladybug and Chat Noir. Spade Cobra immediately screeches in his running as he stands me down onto a window frame. I look over my shoulders to see my own bedroom. Still a mess with my art and materials everywhere, but I'm just feeling far too lazy to clean it up. 

"Does that solve your question?" Spade Cobra asks me as he playfully chuckles to me, placing his hands on his hips. 

I turn back to Spade as I still feel the same blush for this whole ride stick on my cheeks. I swear that Spade Cobra sounds so familiar. Though, that's most likely just me still delusional from my akumatization. I listen to a soft bleeping coming from Spade Cobra's bracelet as he lifts it towards his face, the minty green color on it slowly fading away as he takes a final look at me. 

"Sorry, gotta get going." Spade Cobra informs me as something makes me grab onto his hand, right as he is about to leap away from me. Spade Cobra himself looking back towards me with a blush on his cheeks. 

"W-Who are you really?" I ask him, his Miraculous still bleeping and signalling that time is running out. 

"... No one can know a superhero's true identity, for it's dangerous for us as a living person and the people we love and care for." Spade Cobra informs me as he takes his wrist back from me gently, finally leaping away with some soft self mumbling to himself. 

His minty green figure swiftly leaves my eyesight as I pull myself back into my bedroom. Though, I still haven't asked Lila out to the seasonal dance. But, am I ever even wanting to ask her out at this point? I already know that this is really Marc I wanna ask out to the dance... Maybe I can text him now if we can talk alone. I lick my own lips out of them being a bit chapped, as the soft taste of some strawberry chap-stick is already on my lips. Wait, since when do I ever wear strawberry chap-stick? 

Marc's P.O.V: 

'Come on come on!' 

I spot my bedroom window wide open still as the drapes blow inwards through my window. I take a last leap of faith as I just land into my bedroom, only to hit face first into the floor. My Miraculous bleeps out the last it's color as I change out of Spade Cobra, Spades flying out of my Miraculous. His small stomach making a growling noise. 

Great, nothing to start my night off of saving Paris for a second time in a row then a numb face. I shift back up to my knees as I sit on my legs for a minute, messaging out my face. Spades flies over to me as his stomach still growls at me. 

"O-Okay Spades... I-I'll go get your Cheddar cheese." I assure my Kwami as I stand back up to my two legs as I walk out of my bedroom, closing the door behind me in case my mom somehow sees Spades while passing by. 

My feet take my all the way to my kitchen as I go to the fridge. I open up the door to it as I look around for the Cheddar cheese. I reach into the fridge for it as I pull it out, placing it onto the island counter top. I go towards the drawers full of knifes as I take out a small cheese knife. I take it as I easily cut into the orange like colored dairy product. I place the few slices I made onto a small plate as I quickly clean everything up. With Spades plate of cheese in hand, he should be alright for the next time I ever need to transform.