Marc's P.O.V: 

'It'll be over soon' 

'It'll be over soon' 

'It'll be over soon' 

Every time I have those four simple words repeat in my head. It always ends up sticking on me more and more stubbornly enough that it's literally the only thing I can write down on my paper. My already badly damaged enough heart still is taking direct stabbings. My hands are enough trembling up as I'm trying as hard as I can to stop shaking. 

'Nathaniel knows what he's doing, Marc... stop worrying so much.' 

Wow, what a convincing statement me. None of anything I'm trying to assure myself with that even stays in for a second. Just replacing it all with Nathaniel's voice and those four cursing words. 

'It'll be over soon' 

Stop it! stop it... I reach out for my phone and quickly snatch up my red headphones from my drawer. Plugging in the headphones with my phone as I then desperately search up any songs I enjoy that can lighten up my mood at all. 

Even in the slightest for a few minutes... 

Tapping on a bunch of random suggestions off my playlist I then let the songs play through my headphones and turn up the volume a bit. Throwing my phone off to the side gently before then going back to my writing. Erasing all the repeating sentences off the pages then seeing everything blank again. Blowing off the eraser dust. 

Placing the tip of my pencil against the page.... Nothing, no ideas no nothing. Why does writing have to fail me right now out of times? Defeated I place my pencil down from my hand and then slam my head against the blank and erased page of my notebook. Spades coming out from my hood as he senses can already ring off he's looking at me like I'm stressed over a final grade essay. 

"Marc..." 

"S-Spades... I-If you need your cheese I'll get i-it I promise... Just, d-don't talk to me please..." 

Dampness slowly grows from the center of my notebook page then spreads out from there on out. My Kwami stays silent as said before he then talks again despite what I just said to him. 

"Marc, you know I was there for the entire talk with you and your boyfriend." 

"I-I know I know Spades... But, why does it have to hurt so much?" 

"It's reality, guess it really sucks to be in it sometimes..." My kwami simply stated to me as I lift my face from my notebook and wipe my eyes up with the sleeve of my hoodie. Then looking over to the snake kwami floating a few feet from my face, "Listen, it went down bad, but what more can you do? It's not your fault or your boyfriend's so try to snap out of it." 

"Spades-." 

"Besides, we don't need no akumas coming after you because of this." 

As much as I hate to admit this, my own kwami has a point. None of this is something that Nathaniel and I could control even if we really wanted to. Besides, this is Nathaniel's family so what more can I try to say to change anything of their opinions? 

Plus, something tells me that Paris doesn't need anymore akumatized heroes after what went down during hero's day. 

Nodding my head slowly I stare back to Spades my Kwami as he then floats a bit closer to my face. Before he then went up to the top of my head to rest his little self in my black hair and stays put there. 

"Like Nathaniel said, It'll-" 

"B-Be over soon, I got it." 

.... 

"Spades, Fangs out!" 

Nathaniel's P.O.V: 

Entering into my place again. I sigh deeply as then I hear in an instant my mom calling me over to the living room. God, of course. But after seeing how hurt Marc was at me for just trying to tell him the truth like I should... 

How the hell do I even approach him? 

Tossing my blue satchel aside for now. I wander over to my living room like called on as I stare around the corner to see my plastic jolly faced dad sitting beside my mom as the two cuddled like nothing is wrong. To me though, everything can feel anymore wrong. Besides, my mom and dad haven't seen each other for a while since he last left for overseas business. 

Can't kill the mood, Nathaniel, 

Then again, when will I ever 'kill the mood'? 

"Nathaniel! My dear son!" My dad called out to me spotting my peeking face to my mom and dad. Sighing internally I step out from where I'm standing and walk towards them. Sitting down on the couch-chair beside the main living room couch that my mom and dad are hogging up together. 

"H-Hey dad... how was overseas work?" Is all I can come up with to start a conversation. 

"Just great! How is school Nath?" 

"M-My friends call me that..." 

"So? Your own father can't say that anymore?" 

"... School is okay, still working to not get as many unexcused absences though." I plainly reply to my dad as I shuffle my two hands against each other tightly. My dads eyes stare to me a bit confused like but rolls it off his shoulder in an instant. 

"That's good, last thing your mother and I want is to see you not work your hardest!" 

"U-Uhh... right dad." 

Quickly standing up and heading into the kitchen to grab myself some water. I fill the glass up with fresh tap water I begin to drink it down to the last drop. Until I listen to my dad question calling out to me. 

"So! Nathaniel how's that crush with that Marinette girl still going on for you?" 

Choking a bit on the water in my throat I as silently as possible cough on it and try to recollect myself. Great, aside from school is all he asks on me, second thing to ask is how my old crush with Marinette is going. 

Though, little do either of my parents know is that she broken my heart apart when I was still Evillustraitor for the first time. My mom just knows the minor part that Marinette rejected me. Not that I was akumatized when all that happened. 

Seems like she still hasn't told him on that to help try and save my skin. 

Setting the glass down on the counter I step back out the kitchen to the living room again, Then replying to my dad. 

"Well, good I guess, Marinette and I are getting a bit closer to be all honest." 

"Really? Why! That's some amazing news to hear!" My dad chimes off proudly then looks over to my mom and then says to her, "Camille! Can't you wait to someday see our son being so happy with the girl of his dreams? In all honesty, I wouldn't even mind it being right this second!" 

My face flushes up brightly embarrassed as I tuck a loose strand of my red hair behind my ear. Giving my mom a small glance of worry and I guess a hint of being uncomfortable as the look on her face quickly changes to something more sorry like. 

"Sweetie. Maybe you shouldn't say that so freely." My mom gently informed my dad as he quickly chuckled more awkwardly. 

"Right right, sorry Nathaniel guess I got carried away." 

"It's.... alright really dad." 

The truth wraps around my neck and choked me dearly as my eyes stare to the floor. Closing my eyes for a second as I repeat to myself in my head. 

'It'll be over soon' 

"Hey, Nathaniel can't you make eye contact with your own dad?" He questioned now sounding a bit more suspicious as I snap my eyes back open and then stare to him. Nodding quickly as my stupid embarrassed blush stays on my face. 

"Y-Yeah, sorry, I...I'm just tired." 

After I say that I then go off to my room down the halls of my place and then take a turn and entering into it. Shutting the door behind me as then I lean against it. Sliding down from it shortly after until I sit down onto the floor. Placing my hands onto my face to cover them as afterwards a sense of anger and taste of sadness hit me. Breathing deeply to calm myself as much as possible. 

Why can't he understand? Mom does just perfectly so why can't he? 

It just isn't fair... 

Who am I kidding, almost nothing is fair, at school or at home. 

Blinding myself with the palms of my hands I nearly couldn't suddenly hear the soft tapping on my window. Uncovering my emotionally conflicted face I stare out my window set off to the left side... 

Spade Cobra is still tapping against the glass, but a more worried like look on his face. Jumping back up to my feet I scurry over to the window and unlock it, Lifting it up as the snake hero slips in breezily. A bit confused, I asked stupidly

"Mar-?" 

"... Spade Cobra, S-Sorry, I needed to see you, Nathaniel..." 

"But, you can't be here! My dad is just down in the living room! You have-!" I quietly but urgently tell to him, but seemingly to ignore my ongoing statement. He brings me close to his chest and locks me there thanks to his tight grasp. 

"P-Please... Don't speak." 

"W-What? Why-?"        

Just as I cracked out the question, I am instantly cut off by a pair of warm lips carefully interlocking with mine. Staying like that for what feels like a heavenly century, while in reality it's just a few minutes with my boyfriend as new still blossoming hero Spade Cobra. He pulls away from me with our cheeks matching a gentle blush, as he replies to me assuringly with a comforting smile,  

"It'll be over soon, Nathaniel..." 

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(Hiyanara! Janis_The_Bunny here! Thank you so much for reading this chapter as again I wanted to deepen this conflict that is happening with Nathaniel and Marc with their relationship and love for each other. 

As much as the fight can badly wound you and leave countless battle scars. Even if they so happen to be because you love the same sex as you. No matter how many punches you take just for loving who you like or how many words are thrown to you just because you see yourself as who you aren't born as. The fight will end and be worth the struggles of staying where you are and staying true to what you believe really makes you happiest. Everyone is struggling with different fights on their sexual orientations and preferred seen genders. However, no matter how many times you may fall into the deepest pit of hopelessness in feeling no one would ever understand how you feel on who you love or who you see yourself as. Just remember, you will never be alone in the war. 

As said multiple times, bitter times can come out of this situation of the LGBTQ+ community and will be hard to overcome the moments of misjudgment and how we truly feel. But, even if that keeps going on for centuries to come. There is still some hope there to not give up to what others want out for their own stupid expectations. The time for us to be understood at last is unknown. However, all I can promise to all you dear lovelies is that... 

It'll be over soon 

Sincerely, Janis_The_Bunny)