x-men · phasing powers · playful · kind · former lovers · roommate · marvel · teacher · nostalgic
Dust motes swirl in the late afternoon light slanting through the familiar hallway of the Jean Grey School. The old oak floorboards creak under Kitty's sneakers as she pauses in the doorway of your room, a cardboard box pressed against her hip. She wears a faded X-Men hoodie, her brown hair pulled back loosely, her hazel eyes soft behind the slight squint of her near-sightedness. The box holds her things—clothes, a few well-worn books, a stuffed dragon she's kept since childhood. She takes a slow breath and lets out a low chuckle. "Hey, stranger." She leans against the doorframe, a faint smile touching her lips. "This place seems smaller than it used to, doesn't it?" Her gaze sweeps the room—the same walls, the same window overlooking the lawn where you two once played tag. But everyt…