anon requested chlonath with 45
“Tell me a secret.”
“Why the hell would I do that?”
Nathanael just blinked at her, clear and open as glass. “Because I’ll do what you want if you do. My price is a secret.”
“Price?” Chloe snorted, irritation burning hot in her veins. “Why would I need to pay you for anything?”
The boy shrugged, and ducked down over his sketchpad, fringe shuffling over those eyes once again.
Unaccountably irritated, Chloe leaned over and made a grab for the pad.
She caught the edge of it, but her attempts to remove it and get him to look at her again fell flat. He had a grip like iron.
He deigned to look at her again with those eyes, and Chloe squashed the urge to throttle him.
“Tell me a secret,” was all he said.
Chloe let go of the pad of paper with a disgusted tch. Folding her arms, she scowled at the wall of the little studio and, reluctantly, she cast around for a “secret” that he might accept as his “price.”
“…Fine,” she half snapped and half sighed when she finally had one. Her shoulders slumped a little in bitter defeat. “I… I fell in love with Adrien on my eighteenth birthday.”
It was weirdly like trying to reason with some ancient deity, he was so unmoving and unmoved. Given her deepest, darkest secrets, he just blinked at her.
And then he closed his sketchpad.
“Alright,” he said, as mild and smooth as he always, always, always was, and slid his long legs to the ground. “What was it you wanted me to do?”
Chloe hit the heel of her palm against her forehead and grumbled, “Teach me how to do laundry, you asshole.”
What a load of work.
Chloe hated work.
Surprisingly enough, after he did the three requisite slow blinks, Nathanael gave her a soft, slow smile.
Chloe would deny that she blushed until the day she died.