Particularly Erik Lehnsherr was in the eye of all the young people of his institute for the fact of being a mutant, having a different nationality and an attractiveness that fainted girls and boys of the entire university. Lehnsherr could feel himself as a trophy even from the day he arrived at the university, where he had not even done anything relevant and had already managed to attract the attention of a group of young people, possibly from first cycle, who invited him to have a snack with them. Within the campus, he proved to be a responsible student, fulfilling the requirements demanded by the scholarship for his last year of his degree. However, he also had a life outside of college. Uncontrolled to a certain extent, without exceeding his own limit that he responsibly established.

But, there was another point that he kept trained to his own routine: Charles Xavier, the innovative seventeen-year-old boy who invited him to form a fraternity with him despite knowing that when he left university he would also do it with that dundation. He hesitated to accept it, but after discovering that Charles was a telepath, his rejection vanished and replaced it with the willingness to help the future aspiring professor to create a memorable fraternity. That way he made clear to Charles and himself, that they were not alone.

"You arrived two hours late. Charles, is it possible to know where you went if you said it was just a boring meeting that Hank invited you to?” Erik is lying on his bed, shirtless, with the sheets around his waist.

He looks at the young founder who wanted to pass unnoticed through the darkness of the room they share. "Xavier?"