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

Nathaniel's P.O.V: 

'Hmm... No... this doesn't look right...' 

I take the piece of paper in front of me with the sketch of Spade Cobra into my hands as I crumple it up into a ball as I throw it aside of me. I can't even draw this new awesome hero of Paris right! Yet, here I am trying to draw him right in the smack middle of my physics class. Although, at least lunch time is coming up soon. I can crash into Marc later and tell him about the new hero. 

"Okay class, tomorrow we'll be combining classes together so we can work on a big project. As making groups here with only the number we have is too small." 

I perk my ears up to my teacher, Mrs. Mendeleiev as she starts to try and organize the rest of the project up for preparations. I tap my mechanical pencil on my paperwork in front of me on my desk as I keep my attention up as much as possible. 

"Class is dismissed early! So go get in that lunch line before it gets too crowded!" 

Everyone gladly takes in the small early dismissal as I pack up all my things together and walk out the door of my physics classroom. I walk towards the cafeteria as I take the cleanest table for myself as I pull out my sketchbook again. I open up to the next clean page inside as I start to draw Spade Cobra again. I know something is missing from his design... 

I lightly draw out a circle for his head base as I continue drawing the rest of him from the head down. Biting my pencil in my hand as I softly sigh to myself. Some soft footsteps come towards me as I lift my head off the page of my in process drawing. Marc smiles to me softly as he takes the seat across from me. Placing his notebook down beside him as we make a pause of silence. 

Marc fiddles his fingers together as he plays his fingernails around with his black nail polish. A bit more of a nervous like look in his face as he stares at me. 

"H-Hey... s-so... like I said, I-I'll help y-you ask Lila out t-to the dance." Marc simply replies to me as he flashes at me a gentle grin. My heart slowly picks up its pace as I nod to Marc. 

"Sounds great! Uhh... so this letter... I'm sure that whatever you tell me to write it'll be just fine." 

I inform Marc as his cheeks blush a little but nods to me nevertheless. He pulls onto the table his binder as he pulls out a clean piece of lined paper in front of him. Starting to write the letter as I slowly scoot my own chair to him. He swiftly writes everything down as he finishes his writing in a snap. 

"Here, N-Nathaniel... r-read it a-and tell me w-what you think!" Marc informs me as he hands me the letter. I take it out of his hands as I absorb in every word. This is all I need, though... I still wish I can just realize my feelings for Marc earlier so I don't have to say it's Lila I want to go to the dance with, "N-Nathaniel? A-Are  you o-okay? I-Is it not good enough?" 

"I-It's great! I mean, it's perfect Marc! Thank you for helping me write this..." I thank Marc as I take the piece of paper and I write my name under all the writing Marc's done, "I'll, just go and give this to her!" 

I quickly stand up from my seat as I walk towards the hallway, am I heading to Lila's locker? Hell, do I even want to give this to Lila anymore? ...If I don't, Marc is just going to feel betrayed, and know I'm lying. I groan to myself in frustration as I slam a hand to my forehead. Marc is everything I would have wanted out of Marinette, yet... here I am finally realizing that after I say I want to invite Lila to the dance instead of Marc...

What a mess this all is, I place my back to a wall as I slide myself down. My letter still in hand as I sharply exhale. I need to rethink all of this through, and I'm sure that the dance is coming up real soon.