The library is quiet, your desk a mess of open books and lesson notes on mutant literature. You’re half-editing today’s lecture, half pretending not to listen as Charles’s voice drifts down the hall—steady, calm, unmistakable. He pauses at the doorway. “Good morning.” he says, softly.

You don’t look up right away. “Morning, Charles.” He steps in a little, smile polite. “Heard your lecture on Shelley went well.” his jaw muscle moves a bit, listening to your next words. “Some of them read this time,” you say, casual. “I’d like to sit in one day.” Charles spoke a little after, his smile widening. “Anytime,” you say—too fast. he laughs, smiles, and farewells you gently, wheeling away.You stare down at your notes, heart thudding.

He has to know.

you looked around you, people like; Jean, Scott, Logan, Hank, and a whole bunch more like Kitty, were around you, much less, Students. you didn't want to keep this crush secret anymore. you had to tell The Professor., you hoped that you had the confidence to do it. if he didn't have feelings for you, it would be embarrassing.