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Evillustrator was in a hurry.
He was minding his own business, peacefuly having one of his little moments of getting back at Chloé, but it had gone down the drain when those two superpowered meedlesome pests ruined his fun! How rude!
Now he was running for dear life with the heroes hot on his tail. Great.
Drawing an large glass box to trap and delay them and then opening a hole a wall to hide when they passed by, he managed to get them out of his hair, but now he needed a place to hide, recoil and think on a new plan. Silently sprinting throught the alleys, carefull to not be noticed, an familiar building got his eye. Curiously, the image of this particular building transpired safety to the depts of his being.
Yes, that will definelly do.
He counted the windows, until finally finding the one with a few colorfull flowers on the balcony, an pride flag hanging in the wall making itself visible by an faint rainbow glow as it was touched by the sun.
There.
Being as discreet as an purple-skinned artistic villain climbing an apartment complex could be, he entered the window that gave acess to the young Anciel's room. Wine colored walls sported a few posters of old-school rock bands, that matched the antique record player and vinyl discs in a corner, next to an bed with tie-dye sheets and pillows, majority in black and white, but with a splat of color in the middle. Instead of an bed frame, an mural with drawings, photos and notes occupied the space above the bed. An wide pride flag adorned the oposite wall, right above an large desk that was packed full with pen cans filled with each writing material imaginable, notebooks, journals, feathers and ink of all colours. In that very desk, an certain dark-haired teenager tapped a pencil on a black-covered journal in the beat of an rock music that was playing in the back, leaning his head on his hand, elbow in the table. He seemed tired to the bones.
"Marc...?" Evillustrator asks carefully, trying not to alert him.
"Oh, good, you're here. I was waiting for you to come." He yawned, not looking back. Apparently too tired to notice there as am villain in his room who just entered by his window. On his sleepy mind, Nathaniel had come to work on their comic, as they had planned the last day.
Evillustrator felt a pang of guilt for forgeting about their compromise, but was more worried about Marc's state. He had huge dark circles under his eyes, his hair was a utter mess, and his head seemed to be aiming for the table, slipping a little at times before he corrected himself and did it again.
"Uh, are you okay?" The villain asked, putting a hand on the civillian's arm. He still didn't look up.
"Yep, I just-" yawn "stood up a little more then usual, writing some ideas..."
Sure enough, piles of papers were scattered all over the table, containing notes of ideas for plot, world building, dialogues and such. Marc was not one to pull all nighters, unlike Nathaniel, but he would do so whenever he was feeling anxious over something, and this time was no different. The duo would reunite with an editor the next week to discuss about the possibility of printing their comics, what was bound to cause some butterflies in the stomach. But this was a bit too out of control, even for Nathaniel's standarts.
"That's it, you're going to be-" He stopped, seeying that Marc had fallen asleep already, not waking up even when his head hit the desk with an loud bang.
Evillustrator sighed, gently pushing the chair he was sitting on to have a better acess, before gathering the boy in his arms to take him to bed.
The sweet perfume of vanilla and jasmine with a subtle hint of fresh-toasted coffee invaded his nostrils as the boy's feathery soft hair tickled his neck in the way, and superstrenght or not, he felt his arms trembling with the sheer nervousness that suddenly rose on him. At last, he laid the asleep beauty on the colorfull bed, drawing extra pillows and blankets to have sure he would be comfortable there.
Befoere heading back, he couldn't help but delay his glance for a while longer, just to observe the glossy pink lips parted slightly with delicate breaths. He imagined how soft those lips of his were...
Then his eyes darted to something else, a hand poking out the blanket. He went to put it back under that sheets when...
He stopped, looking at how the hand fit his own. Before he could tell, he was slipping his gloved fingers between the writer's, smiling at how... right their hands felt together. He then observed the other's nails, painted in black, now without his fingerless gloves. It was giving him an idea...
But it could wait.
Looking back to the paper-filled table, the artist pressed his lips together in a tight line before going to close the blinds and turn off the music.
He had lots of work ahead.
After having pursued the slippery villain through all town, the two heroes decided to go to the only place they didn't checked yet: Nathaniel's comic partner's house. Chat Noir arrived first and... he was not expecting for this. He was expecting peharps an hostage situation, not Evillustrator leaning on a table, working in some sketches, with Marc sleeping peacefully in his bed with pillows and blankets that were obviously made by the villain. That was... sweet.
The cat-themed hero thought in a way to approach without waking the writer up, since he looked exhausted. However...
"GET AWAY FROM THE CIVILLIAN, EVI-" Ladybug arrived, yelling, before taking sight of the situation and pressing her hands against her mouth in self-correction.
For their luck, Marc (somehow) managed not to wake up.
Evillustrator glared daggers at her, lifting an finger to his lips to tell them to be quiet (also known as 'kindly, shut up'). Then raised the same finger in the air, as if saying "just a minute". Taking an piece of paper, he wrote an little note for Marc to find when he woke up, then drew something on his tablet, an small bouquet of pink hydrangeas, putting it on the table as well.
The trio exited the apartment the most quielty they could, to resume fighting once again outside.
Marc woke up a few hours later, not recognizing the stripped pillow or red-and-purple gradient blanket over him, and was more than surprised to find a bouquet of flowers and a note in top of several pages of very detailed and talented drawings.
Hey there, sleepyhead! I hope
you could rest well! Your ideas
were sublime, so I went ahead and sketched
them to see how they would look like.
I have to say I'm enamorated.
I think you may find it of your liking as well.
Regards, Evillustrator.
"... What the-"
HOW WAS AN VILLAIN ON HIS ROOM?! AND HE DIDN'T NOTICED?!
The next day, Nathaniel came to the school with his nails painted white.
If you asked him, he would not be able to answer why he suddenly decided to do so.
But one couldn't not notice how much they matched Marc's black ones.
And certain noirette's balcony now had the addition of gorgeous hydrangeas, an very pleasant surpise for an artistic villain who would pass by ever once in a while.