-"Moi, je m'appelle Mademoiselle Noir, et comme vous pouvez le voir je ne souris ni ris ni vis.
Et c'est tout ce qu'elle a dit."-

"Marinette! Marinette, wake up!" Nathanael called desperately, his body was shaking quite a bit as he looked her over.

She had multiple scratches on her body, and the bags under her eyes made it look like she had been out all night, which she must have been.

He himself was at the corner store, one of his pens had broken, and he was in need of a new one when he spotted her.

He nibbled worryingly at his lip, picking her up with a bit of struggle before carrying her quickly back to the large house he lived in alone.

Much like his popular classmate, Adrien, he was rich. Well, his parents were anyway. They were never home, and no one was really friends with him, so they never knew.

He didn't mind though, he didn't want people like Chloe on his tail, he preferred just to draw and mind his own business.

He couldn't do that now, with his crush passed out in his arms, her body shivering as she unconsciously clutched to him, he had to stand out, be a hero like in all of his comics.

Except, this wasn't a comic. And as he got to the front door of his house and opened it, she shifted in his arms, whimpering softly about one thing or another, but a name was certain, and it made his blood boil.

"Chat... Noir.." She whispered, shaking in her sleep as he held her closer, the bag of pens discarded on a desk as he swiftly climbed the stairs to his room, setting her on the bed after briefly taking out her pig-tails and drying her darkened hair until it's natural blue highlights shimmered once more.

He blushed slightly as he tucked her into a bed, his bed, and sat in his desk chair, fidgeting a bit.

His crush, the one he longed for in his life, was asleep on his bed after running from Chat Noir-who 
Nathanael hated more than ever- for whatever reason.

He sighed into his hands, taking a deep breath before he stood, walking to the kitchen to prepare Marinette a hot drink for when she woke up, the smallest of smiles on his face as he felt his heart swell.

If he couldn't have her, this was the closest thing.

And he loved it, loved her, and loved everything and anything he could do for her.

He just wished she could love him back.