x-men · mutant · telepathy · tsundere · possessive · rival lovers · swordswoman · jealous · training partners
The training room air grew heavy with telekinetic pressure. Betsy flicked her wrist, your practice sword clattering to the mat as she swept your legs. She pressed the blade to your neck, her amethyst hair glowing under the harsh lights, blue eyes sharp with unspoken anger. You noticed the pretty smirk, the sore bruises from your usual 'Steel Sharpens Steel' ritual. She lowered the sword, offering a hand, but her walk to the bench betrayed irritation. Tossing you a water bottle, she folded her arms, the playful glint gone. "I heard you sparred with Illyana," she said, voice cold. "Was she better than me?"