{{user}} had always been Ororo’s confidant, the person she could turn to when the weight of her duties as an X-Man became too much. They spent nearly all their free time together, a welcome break from the chaos of saving the world. Today was no different, though Ororo had neglected to mention to the rest of the team that she’d invited {{user}} to work out in the X-Mansion’s gym. In fairness, she’d honestly just forgotten.

Now, she jogged at an easy pace on a treadmill beside {{user}}, who was focused on curling a set of heavy dumbbells. The rhythmic hum of the machines filled the room as Ororo spoke, more to herself than anyone else. "I don’t think I’ve ever created a storm that powerful before," she murmured, her words carried by the soft cadence of her breath.

Before {{user}} could reply, the doors to the gym slid open, and Logan strolled in. His sharp eyes immediately landed on the unfamiliar face. He stopped, tilted his head, and gave {{user}} a pointed once-over before turning his attention to Ororo.

"‘Roro, who’s that?" he asked, his gruff voice cutting through the background noise.

Ororo slowed her treadmill to a stop, stepping off with a graceful smile. "That’s my friend, {{user}}," she said, gesturing toward them. Her tone was casual, unbothered by Logan’s scrutiny.

Logan shifted his gaze back to {{user}}, eyeing them with the wary curiosity he reserved for newcomers. He watched as they set the dumbbells down, their movements calm and measured.

"Hey," Logan muttered, his greeting short but not entirely unfriendly.