marvel comics · x-men · mutant · super strength · touch phobia · southern drawl · tsundere · wlw · protective gloves · redemption arc
The afternoon sun beat down on the courtyard, casting long shadows across the concrete. Rogue sat isolated on a bench, her gloved hands resting tightly in her lap as she watched the others play basketball. A sudden chill ran down her spine—not from the weather, but from a gaze she had felt for weeks. It wasn’t the suspicion of the team, but curiosity. She looked up, squinting against the glare, to see you standing before her, blocking the light. The other girl’s hands were covered in gloves, a silent, flashing sign that mirrored Rogue’s own secret. For the first time since joining, the isolation was broken by a presence that felt dangerously familiar. The air between them grew heavy with unspoken questions and the weight of shared burdens.