Shy touches and shy glances were shared between Nathanael and I.

Time has passed after the whole mess.

The mess was actually the confession between Nathanael and Marinette, which was also the day when we started going out.

At first, I tried to keep it a secret from my classmates but somehow, news spread fast. The whole class knew that Nathanael Kurtzberg and Marinette Dupain-Cheng's status changed into Boyfriend and Girlfriend.

The first one who gave a congratulation was Adrien. With a big smile, he hugged Nathanael and whispered some things that made Nathanael himself blushed. Well, Adrien's whisper was too small for me to hear so I couldn't decipher what he whispered to Nathanael.

Alya with her big grin said her congratulations. She hugged me tightly, but that time, she was wearing a proud and sincere smile. From what I could see, Alya might've heard something from Adrien and probably she was the one who shared it with the whole class.

The whole class eventually said their congratulations for me and Nathanael. Some even called us, "Nathanette." They said it was to shorten our names so it would be easier to call. It wasn't that necessary, actually…

People told me to change seats so I could sit together with Nathanael but I refused their suggestions one by one. Surely, Nathanael was my boyfriend, but that doesn't mean that I should be with him 24/7.

I wanted to sit with Alya during class, wanted to talk with her, doing projects with her, and so on.

If I changed seats, I wouldn't enjoy all of that.

A few months had passed. Nathanael and I were chilling in my room. He was wearing the sweater that I gave him months ago while I wore my usual white shirt. Nathanael tied—well, I forced him to tie—his hair into a small ponytail, which was pretty cool in my opinion.

With Nathanael drawing on his sketchbook and me sitting while his chest facing my back, it's a comforting thing to do.

Still paying attention to all of his pencil strokes, I asked to cease my curiosity, "Hey, Nath, I've been wondering since long enough though…"

Nathanael hummed, as if asking me, "what is it?"

Then, I continued, "You actually gave me love letters, didn't you?"

His pencil stopped moving as soon as I finished that question. Taking a deep breath, the boy put down his sketchbook and buried his face on my neck. "Did you realize that it's from me?" Nathanael mumbled with a raspy voice.

I pouted a bit, holding back some unimportant information. "Well, I didn't at first but I realized when… uhm, a few months ago…" From my back, I could feel Nathanael was making a questioning frown.

"I'm a bit surprised you didn't figure it out sooner." Nathanael snickered. "I was a bit sure I made some things too obvious until I regretted for making it." He giggled to my neck.

"Ah, really?" I was surprised, really. "To be honest, Nath," I cleared up my throat. "When I received the love letter, I didn't know that it was you." Suddenly, I felt a bit embarrassed to admit such a thing. It wasn't a secret between the two of us that I'm really dense.

He hugged my small figure and rested his head on my shoulder, trying to look at my eyes from the side. "I thought my drawing was a little obvious. I mean, I'm the only guy at class who draws 24/7, Marinette."

Oh.

"Now that you mention it…" I mumbled.

Nathanael giggled once again at my confusion. "I think I wrote something about junior high? Won't that give a hint to you?" He kept giving me things that I didn't realize.

Oh.

"But wait, Nath." I quickly countered and stared down at him. "You're not the only guy who went to the same junior high with me! Max and Kim was there too! Don't forget about Nino!"

"Well yeah, the others went to the same junior high as us, but they're not our classmates for some grades. I was your classmate for—I don't know, three years, maybe?"

I blinked. Well, Nathanael did have a point.

"So, the first love letter was from you?"

Nathanael gave me a nod as an answer.

"And that two letters which came together was you and Adrien?"

Nathanael nodded but he said, "To be honest, Adrien was asking me to write some examples of cursive letters so he could write it on his own. We sent it together so I guess it was me and Adrien."

"That means, the letter with that Ladybug drawing was from you?"

Nathanael hummed as he agreed at the statement.

"That's surprising." I said as I remembered the day when I received those letters.

Actually, both letters gave me a huge impact.

I was emotionally unstable at that time so I took everything too serious. Too serious until I couldn't figure out who's the sender even though it's very obvious. I face palmed myself for being the dense person I was.

Nathanael giggled at my face palm. "Don't be like that, Marinette. It's not your fault, anyway."

I started to remember some stuffs that might connect to these whole "thing."

As I raked up my memories, a certain moment triggered me.

"Hey, Nath." He hummed as a response. "Did you give me that one stem of Marigold back then?"

He looked to my face and scrunched his face in confusion. "Pardon?"

"You know, that time when I almost bumped you on the school entrance."

Nathanael sighed. "It's not almost, dear Marinette. You've bumped straight to my chest." I snorted, denying the truth. Well, people would say He ain't havin' it about Nathanael's expression that time. "Don't deny it, Marinette. You did bump to me."

"Anyway!" I tried to change the subject. "I got a Marigold back then."

Nathanael just snickered and shook his head on how I changed the subject so fast.

"Was it you who gave it to me?"

"Yes."

A short and simple answer. I wasn't expecting that at all.

I thought he would deny the whole thing and be like, "Oh no, Marinette, it's not me." Or maybe he could be extra and act like, "Isn't that obvious? I mean, I did this and that! How could you not notice, Marinette honey? You're dense."

But, no!

His answer was too simple, too simple until I was starting to doubt him.

"No, really, Nath. Was it you or it wasn't you?" I asked once again to make sure.

Nathanael sighed and let out a small giggle. "It was me, Marinette. You chased me around the school that morning! Didn't you notice how red my cheeks are when you bumped to me?"

I blinked.

I was surprised.

I thought.

He was.

Oh.

"Wait?! It was because you ran?" I squinted my eyebrows, questioning the whole thing. "I thought you were embarrassed or something!" I started to complain.

Surely, I need to complain at that part.

People could misinterpret it as a blush caused by an embarrassing thing.

"Well," Nathanael tried to clear his throat. I know it was his way to cease some of his nervousness. "It was both. I was embarrassed and tired because of the whole thing."

I puffed my cheeks. "Sure thing, Nath. A good thing to know."

"But really, that marigold was from me."

I hummed, understanding the fact. "How come you knew it was my favorite flower?"

"To be honest, I didn't."

"Wait, what?" I tried to confirm.

"I didn't know until you told me that time. I just picked that because of two reasons."

I scoffed playfully. "Did you choose that flower because my name is Marinette?"

"That and the flower meaning. Marigold actually means cruelty and grief jealousy."

"Wait, cruelty?" I couldn't believe my own ears. "Who was being cruel?"

Nathanael made a small laugh. "You."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head in fake annoyance. "Good job, Nathanael. Good job." I even clapped my hands at his answer.

"No, really, Marinette, it's you."

I shot a threatening look at him. "Care to tell me the reason, Nathanael Kurtzberg?"

He took a deep breath and let it out. "You were cruel back then, Marinette." He hid his face on my shoulders. "Since I thought you liked Adrien so much, I almost lost hope at my crush on you."

Oh.

"That's why I gave you that. Also, I was being such a jealous brat at Adrien, so…"

Oh…

I leaned my head to Nathanael's and gave a pat on his hugging hands. "I made you to feel like that, huh? Thanks for enduring it, Nathanael."

He didn't move an inch in that position. He didn't try to say anything, either.

"If you didn't endure all of that, we wouldn't be here together." I said, proudly at what he has done.

Nathanael mumbled slowly, "I was being a big brat that time. Getting angry easily, pouted whenever I was feeling upset."

I reassured him, "It's a normal thing to do. I would pout whenever I feel upset too, Nathanael."

"Back then, when Adrien confessed to you, I was feeling so down… I thought I failed." His hurt feelings was clear on his voice. "That's why, I tried to avoid you for a while. Just to fix myself from the hurt."

He cried.

He didn't let out a noise but I knew.

His tears was soaking my clothes.

"I thought I lost you." His ragged voice was heard. "After that accident, I thought I had enough hope to confess to you. I thought…"

"It's alright, Nath. I'm here for you." I whispered. "All of your suffering paid off."

He didn't move his head at all but I knew that he was smiling at my words. He mumbled slowly, still on that position, "Thank you, Marinette."

"Yeah… Thank you too, Nathanael."

It was all started from an accident.

From a simple argument because of a person, a whole trip of complicated things, to a sweet ending.

I think these things weren't accidents.

If you wanted to think differently, it would be a train of accidents or… maybe it was only fate messing up with us.

A/N: Thank you for reading and supporting this fanfic! I really appreciate it! This is the last chapter of this series! Tell me about how you think about this fanfic! Was this series good? Bad? Not matching up with your expectations? Just tell me!

Thank you again for sticking with this fanfic, all this time! -felifli-