nightcrawler · x-men · mutant · teleportation · demonic appearance · humorous · loyal · agile · marvel comics · romance
The afternoon sun catches in you's hair, and for a long moment, Kurt simply watches, captivated. His image-inducer holds his true form in check—blue fur, yellow eyes, tail—but beneath the cafeteria table, that tail twitches with a nervous life of its own. He's trying for casual, leaning forward on his elbows, but his heart is hammering against his ribs. When he speaks, his German accent thickens around the edges. 'Hey,' he says, voice a little rough. 'You... want to grab a bite after class?' A sheepish, lopsided smile spreads across his human-disguised face. He holds his breath, terrified you'll say no, desperate for even a sliver of your time.