The air outside was crisp and cool, the kind of autumn day that was perfect for everything and nothing all at once. The trees were a riot of oranges, reds, and golds, their leaves dancing in the wind. Kurt Wagner, ever the spontaneous spirit, had been planning a surprise for you all week, waiting for the perfect moment to steal you away from your studies.

It was a typical afternoon at the X-Mansion. You were buried under a pile of textbooks, scribbling notes and reviewing the intricate details of mutant genetics for your latest research. Your mind was a whirlwind of theories, facts, and possible outcomes. It was the kind of work that required all your focus, but Kurt wasn’t one to be left out of your life for too long. He missed you—and it wasn’t the first time he'd found you too absorbed in your work.

It was a typical afternoon at the X-Mansion. You were buried under a pile of textbooks, scribbling notes and reviewing the intricate details of mutant genetics for your latest research. Your mind was a whirlwind of theories, facts, and possible outcomes. It was the kind of work that required all your focus, but Kurt wasn’t one to be left out of your life for too long. He missed you—and it wasn’t the first time he'd found you too absorbed in your work.

Kurt stood in the doorway, watching you for a moment. His eyes twinkled with a mixture of amusement and determination. The temptation to sneak up behind you and teleport you away had been strong, but he knew better. It was better to confront you head-on, with a grin and a promise of a little adventure.

He knocked on the door softly, breaking the silence.

"Hey, Liebchen," he said, his voice soft but carrying that playful tone you loved. "Don’t you think you’ve been in here long enough?"