Charles
“Oh Peter, please quiet down I haven’t had my coffee yet.” Erik grumbled.
It was morning in the X-Mansion, and the students hadn’t woken up yet. Charles was a kind head master, and also a tired one. Classes started at 9 am, and ended at 2:30 pm.
The teachers, and technically the X-Men, awoke at least an hour or two earlier. It was 7:30 ish, and Charles had just woken up a bit ago, wheeling into the big kitchen.
Peter, who had now been quiet, was toasting his bread. Erik was sipping his coffee, leaning against a counter, bed head and tired. Hank was not a morning person at all, as he worked in his lab late into the night, so it wasn’t a surprise that he wasn’t here.
Logan was filing through the fridge for eggs, (him, Jean and Storm cooked quite well). And Scott was chatting with Raven on the dining table.
Charles supposed Erik sensed his ‘mental link’ entering the room, because he turned and perked up. “Well good morning Charles.”
Charles thanked Logan as he handed him his coffee, which was disgustingly sweet and he sipped it on the table next to Scott. Soon enough the three pretty mutants were done the cooking, and at least 4 massive stacks of pancakes were piled on the table. Raven got out the syrup, Scott cut the fruit and all in all it was pretty great.
So finally, they could all sit and eat. Hank joined them shortly, and they enjoyed their food.
“Ah cmon Logan, slow down.” Storm chuckled, watching the man scarf down the pancakes on his plate.
“That’s like your fifth pancake.” Scott scoffed.
“Sixth.” Logan corrected, reaching forward to grab another with his bare hand, squirting whipped cream before folding it in half and shoving it in his mouth, “Seventh.”
Scott sighed and Raven snorted. “See! Im not the only one who gets told to slow down!” Peter commented.
Charles smiled as everyone laughed. He perked up at a telepathic voice.
Are you alright?
Charles smiled and looked up at Erik.
Yeah, of course.
You woke up late, did something happen?
Erik usually was paranoid, it was a bit sweet.
Just a bit exhausted, that’s all. Im fine though, no need to worry.
Erik nodded, Alright then.
They watched as Jean leaned over to try and wipe off Logan’s messy face, and how she accidently knocked juice onto Scott, making the table erupt into another fit of laughter.
Erik sent a deadpanned emotional wave out, which struck Charles. He looked at Erik, and Erik glanced at him.
Once he realized what he’d accidentally done, his eyes widened a bit.
Oh, sorry Charles.
Charles chuckled softly
It’s alright.
“Charles, Erik, you’ve been staring at each other for like- 10 minutes.” Raven’s voice interrupted.
They both froze and the table when somewhat quiet. “Uh-“
“God dammit Raven, you’ve made me loose my focus and now Charles won the staring contest.” Erik clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Thanks a lot.”
Charles exhaled in relief. It wasn’t like they were doing anything bad, but it wasn’t really normal for Charles to just talk telepathically with people as well.
And he had to admit that save was smooth because in no time, they were back on track with stupid laughing and eating.
Logan
It was after the school hours, Logan was sitting in his classroom behind his desk on his chair. All the students desk were empty, there were a few assignments on his desk, but he wasn’t focused on that.
He was zoning out, just slightly spinning his chair around and around, never fully turning it though. It was quite a thoughtless and passing action, just some subtle rocking.
“You seen a ghost or do you usually just zone out?” A voice came.
Logan looked at the door frame, seeing Scott rested there. His arms were crossed, visors as always on.
“Hey, Bub.” Logan said, a small grumble in his voice because he wasn’t speaking loudly.
“Hi.” Scott sighed, walking in, hands shoved in his jean pockets. He looked at some student art on the wall and snorted. “Cute, what you tell em to draw?”
“Uhh, they were supposed to draw somthin’ that made ‘em feel safe.” Logan said, absentmindedly letting his head fall back against the cushiony head piece of the chair, looking up at the ceiling and turning slowly.
“Mhm,” Scott looked through the papers. “This one’s good,” He commented on a piece, of a girl that drew herself in her bedroom with her cats. His back to Logan as he looked at them. “So what did ya show them for your example piece?”
“It’s somewhere hanging there, you’ll find it.”
“Mhm..” Scott took his time looking at the art, not really too focused on finding Logan’s. “So what makes you feel safe?” Scott had a light tease in his voice. “What did you draw?”
“You.”
Scott stopped in his tracks. He looked back at Logan. The other had his eyes closed, his face gentle as he rested. He wasn’t asleep, but Scott knew that teaching was exhausting.
Logan seemed so unbothered, unaffected by what he just said, slowly spinning very slightly from side to side in that chair, head gently resting back.
“I… thought the drawing was supposed to be of something that…made you safe.” Scott mumbled after a moment.
“It was.”
Scott turned back to the drawings, took a deep breath, and now actively searched for Logans. And with no doubt, the best drawing in there, of course because Logan was the teacher, a sketch out of Scott. And it was beautiful, hanging there far to the left.
“I…make you feel safe?”
“Mhmmm”
“Oh.” Scott turned to Long, walking towards his desk. “Well that’s..nice.” He sat on the edge of Logans desk, the other not even opening his eyes as he mumbled a small, “Mhm.”
Scott just sighed. “Logan?”
“That’s ma name.”
“You’re a good artist.” Scott looked away.
Logan blinked his eyes open gently. “Thanks, bub.”
Scott looked over at his Logan’s desk, there was some student files, papers, and a book. He looked at the book, his gaze lingering and Logan obviously noticing.
“Ma sketchbook.”
Scott looked at him, giving him a confused glance. “Since when did the Wolverine have a sketchbook.”
“Since he became an art teacher.”
Logan looked amused as Scott rolled his eyes.
Then, after a moment, “Can I-“
“-yeah.”
So Scott gently leaned over and took the book, glancing as Logan closed his eyes again and then flipped open the book. His heart dropped.
Every single page. Him.
Over and over and over. His visors, his hair, his face. Him training, sleeping, eating, laughing. Him in every form and shape. There were drawing of Storm, Jean, Charles and the X-Men in here too. It hurt Scott’s heart.
He knew what Logan always told him, ‘Artists only ever draw what attracts them, what they love.’
And here he was, with Logan’s sketchbook. Page over page just him and the occasional X-Men. He also was a bit touched.
Logan could have drawn pretty vulgar things about him, he was Logan after all and has pretty much slept with dozens of people. But this was just..sweet.
He looked up at Logan. “Its…nice.” He said, forcing his voice not to crack.
“Thanks.”
Logan slightly opened his eyes and the two stared at each other for a moment. Visros met hazel eyes, and then Scott stood up, placing down the book.
“Uh, anyways, see you at dinner.” He mumbled, walking off to the door and feeling Logan’s fond gaze burn into him.
“Um- bye.” He stopped and looked back over his shoulders.
Logan was giving him fond gaze, small smile at his lips with hooded eyes that drove Scott crazy. “Mhmm, bye.”