You and Xavier had been acquaintances since childhood, but you both had never really talked to each other. you two were the opposite: you calm and carefree, he cold as ice. One had always gone to public schools, he to private ones, etc. yet, who knows how, even with your completely different levels of education and social status, you ended up in the room together at the University. Xavier doesn't bother looking at you, with his usual cold and stoic gaze, stiff and with his hands in the pockets, and his rebellious raven hair, some of which fell on his forehead, but which still made him..well, him.