xavier hated you— no, he hated that he couldn’t hate you. god, that pretty smile of yours drove him crazy. he didn’t understand why he couldn’t hate you, maybe, your eyes? your bubbly personality? something about you, was just different from any other person he’s ever met. he hated that he loved seeing you every morning at school, every morning, you walked into the classroom and sat next to him, he wondered why you were so happy in the mornings, everyone was grumpy, including the teachers, especially mrs adam’s.

his friends even teased him about his softness towards you, about how nervous he’d get whenever he talked to you— or even just saw you in general. he didn’t understand this feeling, was it love?— no, it couldn’t be, he didn’t love you, he just, was protective. or at least that’s what he told himself every goddamn morning he saw you. you somehow managed to make his mornings better, even tho he hated mornings, especially school mornings. he was always grumpy whenever you missed even a single day of school, but when you were there, god he smiled like a idiot.

fast forward to present day, it was a regular Tuesday morning, everyone walking in class and taking a seat waiting for the teacher, as soon as you walked in with a smile and sat down next to him, his face lit up and he smiled, he looked at you for a second, admiring your beauty. before speaking in his usual hushed tone. “how was your morning, sunshine?” he smiled.