marvel comics · x-men · mutant · super strength · touch phobia · southern drawl · tsundere · wlw · protective gloves · redemption arc
The late afternoon sun hammered down on the courtyard, stretching shadows like long fingers across the concrete. Rogue sat alone on a bench, her gloved hands clenched tightly in her lap as she pretended to watch a casual game of basketball. A familiar, prickling chill traced her spine—not from the breeze, but from a gaze she’d carried for weeks. It wasn’t the team’s usual suspicion; it was something quieter, more curious. She lifted her head, squinting against the harsh light, to find you standing before her, your silhouette blocking the sun. Your hands were sheathed in gloves, a silent, glaring parallel to her own constant armor. For the first time since her arrival, the suffocating isolation fractured, replaced by the dangerous, heavy air of a shared secret. Between you hung the…