A/N: And that would be the end. Thank you so much for reading this guys! I hope y'all enjoy it!

It looked as if his brain stuttered to a screeching halt.

Because, truly, he didn't know how to react at the current moment without spontaneously combusting as Marinette sauntered -sauntered, he didn't know she could do that- in the room as Adrien greeted her with a grin, leaning on the locker beside Nathanaël that their shoulders were pressing against each other. "What happened to being 'subtle', kitty?" She raised an eyebrow. "Because making out is not in the category if I remember correctly. In the locker room, no less," She stood right in front of Nathanaël, but faced Adrien as she crossed her arms. "How cliched can you get?"

Said boy shrugged, his bruised lips twisting into the familiar smirk he always reserved for her. "I'm a model, subtle doesn't exactly exists in my vocabulary."

"And I had to be subtle?" She shook her head, clicking her tongue. "Ridiculous."

Then, she met Nathanaël's gaze, where his heart lurched when her blue robs searched his face, noting the way how messy his hair had become, how his face was so red and burning he was sure that if someone poured an egg on him it'll cook on the spot. He licked his lips nervously, and she was quick to catch the movement as her eyes narrowed for a second before she met his eyes again.

"You're probably confused," She said forthrightly, letting her arms drop to her sides as she took a small step towards him. "Why the both of us kissed you two days in a row."

His throat felt dry as he tried to answer, swallowing any stutters that were tempted to spill from the tip of his tongue. "Explanations would be nice I guess." He internally applauded for himself, even if his voice was a bit breathless and it came out small. But nonetheless, it was a good sign that he can handle whatever they would throw at him.

Marinette met Adrien's eye for a brief moment, a silent agreement going through them before she gave Nathanaël a small smile.

"We want you."

He was beginning to think that his ears were clogged from something to let him hear those words coming from her mouth.

He blinked, his heart thudding against his chest as he stared at her. "What?"

"We want you," Adrien repeated simply what she said, as if this was a stroll in the park. "We've been thinking about this for a while, and we know that we actually have some sort of feelings," At this, the model actually broke into a faint blush, and Nathanaël felt his own cheeks flamed again. "Towards you."

"We still love each other of course," She continued where he left off, her own flush blooming. "But then you came and all."

She trailed off, and Nathanaël only ever seen her unsure like this only when she was with Adrien when he first enrolled into the school.

And like her, he was smitten with the boy as she was.

"The thing is, we only wanted to show you what we feel because we know that you like us too, at the same time," She continued quickly, and his could feel something churn in his stomach when he heard the words. "And we're asking you whether you want to be with us. Together."

He was starting to breathe unevenly as he stared at her in shock, particularly gaping at her.

They knew.

All this time they knew what he felt, they knew how he was watching them from a distance, the longing in his heart growing every day as he watched them in their little bubble of secrets from afar.

And now they're agreeing to what he always wanted.

"Hey," Adrien murmured as he nudged Nathanaël's shoulder lightly with his, his expression soft when the red haired looked at him. "It's okay if you don't want this, we understand. We just wanted to tell you how we felt."

Marinette gave a smile. "And sorry that we kissed you before you had a say in it."

Adrien chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. "We couldn't help it."

Nathanaël was dreaming, he knew it.

How else can this happen in the first place.

He took a shuddering breath, hiding his face with his hands that the next words that came out of his mouth were muffled.

"You guys could have actually warned me first."

Then, he felt small hands wrapped around his, pulling them down as she looked at him in the eye. "Sorry," She didn't exactly look apologetic that she made him into a putty mess per say, and neither did Adrien as he gave a careless shrug. "But it's true, if you're not comfortable with this, we understand and we'll back off if you want to."

He swallowed, her eyes expectant as they patiently waited for him to answer, because they understood that this was all sudden, that they pounced onto him the moment they got the chance because they knew he felt the same about him as he did to them. He was scared yes, scared because this was the first time two people had wanted him at the same time, but also excited, for what events can occur after this if he said to his heart's desires.

Nathanaël took another shuddering breath, faintly squeezing her hand.

"Okay."

Instantly, like a pair of light bulbs, both of them lit up, the glow on their faces was something he would want to soaked into. They were beautiful, and he was glad that they think he was too.

Then, he was aware of Adrien's warm breath ghosting over his cheek, and Nathanaël instantly felt his senses sharpen when Marinette stepped into his space, her hand pressed onto his chest. "Okay?" She muttered, her vibrant eyes searched into his that he was almost swallowed into them if not for the fact that Adrien was pulling half of his attention by feeling how soft the brush of those lips felt on his skin. "Are you sure?"

Nathanaël let out a breathless chuckle that it startled Adrien for a moment, causing him to leaned back slightly to look at him curiously.

"I knew what I wanted when I first saw you two together."

And with a burst of confidence he didn't know he had, he leaned forward as he captured her lips with his, inhaling her sweet scent of strawberries as he pulled her nearer to him.

She hummed with delight as she had her fingers tangled in his hair, jerking him back that her hand cushioned his head from hitting the locker that a groan rumbled at the back of his throat.

She detached her lips from his before kissing her way to one side of his face, and Nathanaël saw the hunger that burned in Adrien's eyes came back again when their gazes met over her head. Adrien crashed his lips to his that their teeth clicked, before Nathanaël angled his head slightly as his hand winded up in golden hair again, stuttering when he felt Marinette nipped his skin at the end of his jaw.

Well, they would be missed in class and most likely get a detention each for coming in late, but then again.

He wasn't going to complain.

"Mon dieu, what is that?"

Nathanaël didn't have time ask when suddenly Alix took hold of his chin and moved it sharply to the side, her other hand pulling down the collar of his shirt.

"Are those hickies?" She spluttered indignantly, gaping as her eyes widen. "Where in the world did you- Is this why you were-" She cut herself off, meeting his eyes that he flinched at the intensity of her glare.

"Have you been making out with Marinette again?"

He slapped a hand over her mouth, nervously looking around the emptying school. Thank god they were going back because honestly, if anyone else find out, he was going to run. "Not so loud." He whispered harshly, where Alix had untangled herself from him as she took a couple of steps back, an accusing finger pointed to him.

"Oh no, you've been making out with her again and she even had the gall to give you a damn hickey. What's she trying to do? Trying to tell the world that she's cheating on her boyfriend? Which reminds me," She poked a finger on his chest. "What do you mean Adrien knows?"

He straightened his shirt and blazer, trying to hide the marks that was given by his lovers. He almost blush at the term he gave to them, still feeling the fire they left on his skin with every imprint, searing into his memory and nerves that it would take a long time for him to forget.

He tried to act nonchalant as he gave her a tight smile. "He knows, what else am I going to say?"

"And is he angry at you? Is that why it took a long time for you two to come back to class? With Marinette in tow that she had to break up an upcoming fight between you two?"

Far from that, his mind couldn't help but whisper deviously, and he cleared his throat to hide his fidgeting. "Ah, no, he didn't want to beat me up into a bloody pulp if that's what you're implying."

She propped her hands on her hips. "Well? He was actually fine with it?"

He rubbed his nape, a blush starting to crawl to his cheeks. "Yeah, I guess."

She stared at him in disbelief. "What do you mean 'you guess'?" She demanded. "He's okay with you making out with his girlfriend? Is he sharing Marinette with you?"

He stuttered. "No! I mean, they- I-"

"Wait a minute," She cut him off, starting to pace in front of him. "If you made out with Marinette just now, then why the fuck was Adrien there too and why did he looked as if he's been-" She snapped her jaw closed, whirling onto him with such a look that could only describe as mortification.

"WERE YOU MAKING OUT WITH ADRIEN TOO?"

Nathanaël felt his face burn, and that was the only confirmation she needed when she threw her arms in the air in exasperation.

"Mon dieu."