Thinking of that shadyverse take of mine uhhh... lore drop
Marc's books usually get stolen, which is how the rumor that he's gay spreads (he writes gay fanfic). Nathaniel eventually gets a hold of one of the books, reads it out of curiosity and gets way more excited about it than he should. so much so that he feels compelled to DRAW something inspired by the writing, which of course he carefully keeps a secret and hides away from all eyes. Wanting to read more, Nathaniel secretly returns the book to Marc, who's surprised... but pleased that he won't have to buy a new one.
It gets stolen again. Marc is initially frustrated. But a few days later is returned. Rinse and repeat. Marc is perplexed, but the book keeps coming back so... It grows into a weird routine he stops paying mind to. Maybe someone likes his fanfiction THAT much, he likes to think.
It goes like this for a while until Nathaniel draws a little thing (guys kissing) for Marc's writing and accidentally leaves the sketch inside the book. When the book is mysteriously returned to Marc, he's pleasantly surprised at the notion of another queer... guy? person? also existing at school. He takes a gamble and leaves a message for the artist, thanking them for the drawing. His book gets stolen once more. Nathaniel is shocked and relieved to find out Marc saw his drawing, liked it, AND even replied back.
Hesistantly, he draws and leaves another drawing among the pages again. A mutual communication soon begins, where they leave each other messages, new writing, more drawings. Weeks go by, and against all odds, they find in each other a safe, comfortable space, even though they haven't met. Just 2 half strangers, secretly indulging in queer art, a little solace from their less than great lives.
Then one day, Marc writes down the question: "Do you also like boys?". The books gets "stolen" again, Marc just used to it.
It maybe was an obvious question. I mean, he wrote boys in love, and this secret artist, drew said boys. But he didn't want to make assumptions. Even if Mystery Artist didn't like boys, Marc would still be happy that someone was chill enough about queer matters.
Nathaniel was paralized. Reading the question again and then once more. His stomach painfully uncomfortable, his heart dropping. Hurt and confusion. Nathaniel DID like boys. And now he had the confirmation Marc did as well (that "also" carrying such weight...), all those rumours not so unfounded after all.
Nathaniel was heartbroken as the realization settled. Nathaniel liked Marc, and Nathaniel was not a boy.
As the fact pierced his heart, Nathaniel didn't realize a few tears had dropped on the page. He hurriedly tries to wipe them away, and grimaces when he realizes the wet spots are not going away.
It takes a bit longer than usual, but the book finds its way to Marc once more. Marc didn't realize how nervous he was about such a simple question, but tries to shake the feeling and flickes through the pages.
A single "Yes." shows up, right under the question he had written a while ago.
Marc can't help smiling like a fool, his heart fluttering.
Then he stops for a moment. He still doesn't know this mystery PERSON. Marc has been assuming the individual on the other side was a boy, it's what his gut feeling was telling him. But maybe he wasn't. The next question came naturally to him, as he grabbed his pen.
"Are you a boy or a girl?".
Nathaniel was not doing good. That first question already had left him feeling sick. So when he stole Marc's book as per routine, and came across that second one, he straight up wanted to vomit. This had gone to places Nathaniel did not want to explore. Places that if he were to take a step towards to, it would mean not coming back, he felt.
What had he got himself into? Should he be honest? Should he invoke his right to privacy and not say? Should he...?
He grabbed his stomach. In all that mix of confusion, nausea and anxiety, a fluttering feeling arose.
Marc didn't have to know. They were strangers at the end of the day. They weren't gonna meet, right? Nathaniel would never associate directly with Marc. Nath grimaced at this own thinking, but it was true. He could never face Marc, the guy he literally bullied (or used to, it's been certainly a while...). This little back and forth with his crush was one of the few highlights of his life lately. He did not want to ruin it.
With his lunch threatening to leave his stomach, Nathaniel wrote down his reply, shaking, a weird feeling of excitement refusing to leave his body.
Marc finally got his book back, and his heart skipped a beat when he read the reply from his mysterious artist.