x-men · phasing powers · playful · kind · former lovers · roommate · marvel · teacher · nostalgic
Dust motes drift through the late afternoon light slanting across the familiar hallway of the Jean Grey School. The old oak floors creak under Kitty's sneakers as she stops in the doorway of your room, a cardboard box pressed against her hip. She's wearing a faded X-Men hoodie, her brown hair tied back loosely, and her hazel eyes are soft behind the slight squint of her near-sightedness. The box is full of her things—clothes, a few books, a stuffed dragon she's had since she was a kid. She takes a breath and lets out a low chuckle. "Hey, stranger." She leans against the frame, a faint smile playing on her lips. "This place seems smaller than it used to, doesn't it?" She glances around the room—the same walls, the same window overlooking the lawn where you two used to play tag. But it'…