Immune

Evillustrator

A/N: How could I not include this one. Most of the MarinettexChloe interactions will be different than the episode. This one will primarily be Adrien/Chat and Mari/Ladybug fighting over Y/N. Just a heads up, prepare for the cringe.

Ms. Mendeleiv did not seem happy. She kept looking at the back of the class. I follow her eyes to see Nathaneal sketching rather than taking notes. Oh no, this won't be good. Ms. M stomps to the back of the class and slams her hand on Nate's desk.

"Nathaneal!" She says in her awful, nasally voice, "what are you drawing?" Nate struggles to answer. He tries to stutter out an explanation but the Human Frog interrupts him. "And these artistic endeavours are clearly the reason you are failing science." Bitch! You can't expose a student like that! What the hell?! "Go to the principal's office!" Ugh, I wish I could shove Chat's stick straight up her ass. What an absolute bitch.

Nate gets up and begins walking out. Before he reaches the door he trips on Mari's bag sending his sketchbook flying. The book lands on a drawing of him as a superhero and Mari hugging him like he just saved her.

Chloe picks up the sketchbook and starts saying what's in it really loudly. Oh, poor Nate. I get up from my seat and snatch it out of Chloe's hands. I give her a death glare and give the book back to Nate. The Human Frog glares at me.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm going. But one thing before I go," I turn to her, "just because a fish can't climb a tree doesn't mean it can't swim." With that, I walk out of the classroom proudly, leaving the rest of the class in confusion.

"Uh, Y/N?" Nate asks me quietly.

"What's up Nate?" I reply. His eyes widen at the nickname.

"Um, what did you mean back there? With the fish?"

"Oh! It's a thing Einstein said. It was an analogy of how stupid the grading system is. A fish can't climb a tree but it can swim really well. Just because a student is lacking in one class doesn't mean they are terrible in every class. Your intelligence isn't measured only by your understanding of science, your intelligence is shown by your creativity, your ability to think abstract. Bio, chemistry, history and gym are hard for you but social, physics and math are easier because their strange format is one you can understand. English and art class are our strongest because they match your style of learning and understanding perfectly."

Nate stopped walking. He looks a little creeped out by my shpiel.

"How do you know so much about me?" He asks, slightly scared.

"I'm very observant. I've done the same with every single kid in our class. You can identify a ton about a person just by observing them in different environments," I say casually. I look to Nate, he looks shocked. He doesn't look mad. That's good.

We get to the principal's office. I explain everything to him. From Nate drawing in class, the Human Frog embarrassing him, then Chloe embarrassing him, then me standing up for him. As I'm explaining I see Nate getting angry. I hear a fluttering sound and look to Nate.

"Nate, watch out! There's an Akuma!" I warn him. I'm too late. The Akuma already fused with his pencil. I back myself into Damocles's desk, while the principal ducks under it. Pussy. Nate's skin turned a lavender colour and he looks like he's wearing an old fashioned black and white prison jumper. Theres a drawing pad on his left arm and he's holding his pencil in his right.

Nate approaches me with some swagger in his step, not the good kind. "Don't worry Y/N," he assures me, "I would never hurt you or Mari, both of you are too good for this world."

My face softens. This tomato child is the cutest thing I've ever seen. He leaves the office to pursue his target. I pull out my phone to see a text from Chloe. Apparently we're doing a bio project together. I rush to the library to warn Mari and Adrien. Shit, too late. Nate is already there wreaking havoc on Chloe with a giant hairdryer. LB is riding said hairdryer like a bullrider. I let out a chuckle at how ridiculous she looks. I hear a giggle behind me. Chat's here.