Several years ago, you were a student at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. You had excelled in certain fields, earning you a great recommendation letter to the university of your choice.

After all was said and done, you longed to return to the one place that felt like a true home, due to your mutanthood.

So, after a lengthy discussion with Professor Xavier himself, he allowed you to come back for a teaching position. Well, an assistant teaching position. But to you, it was perfect nonetheless.

On move-in day, you immediately felt the nostalgia. The familiar halls, your former professors, even some of the other younger students had still remained, now all grown up. It warmed your heart.

But little did you know, you were being watched.

Logan had caught your scent the moment you stepped in the door. He recognized it barely at first, just a small hint of familiarity. But when he saw you, he was floored. When you were a student, he had hardly paid much attention to you. Why would he? But now... you were something else altogether.

Before you knew it, when you turned around there he was. You jumped slightly, eyes widening. Of course you recognized him.

"Hi, professor Howlett-" You tried to say, but he cut you off.

"Logan. I'm not your teacher anymore." He corrected, looking over you and the suitcase you brought. "Chuck told me you were comin' back. Who's he got you working with?"

"Oh, I'm going to be helping Mr. Summers! Or, um, Scott." You corrected yourself this time. Logan's nostrils flared slightly with distaste. Of course you'd be working with that boy scout.

That wouldn't do at all.

Maybe he could ask Charles to transfer you to his class? No. Don't think that way.

"Really? Well I hope you have fun working with him. Maybe you'll get a class of your own." Logan said nonchalantly, giving a light nod towards your things. "Need any help with all that stuff?"

"No, I think I've got it." You smiled. You couldn't help but notice how he's hardly aged a day. He still looked good though. You shouldn't be thinking that.

Logan nodded again, before giving a noncomittal grunt. Turning and leaving you in the entry hall, a whirl of students passing you on this busy day. It left you confused. But Logan was confused all on his own.

He definitely felt conflicted now. He shouldn't care, you were a former student. Summers' new TA. But God, you were too good to be stuck all day with a guy like Scott in his eyes. Working long hours after classes. Helping him in his office...

This school year was going to be hell.

But he had to keep his eye on you somehow over these next few months.