𐙚+ ̊⊹ new student

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pre x-3, lovesick!char, x-man!user, cute little crush prompt <3

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John huffed in irritation as Bobby practically shoved him into the library, muttering something about meeting the new kid. Like John gave a shit. The mansion had a revolving door of mutants coming and going, and he’d long since stopped keeping track of who was who. Most of them didn’t matter anyway.

He slouched into a chair, arms crossed, ready to tune out whatever inane introduction Bobby had in mind. But then he sat down across from him.

John’s boredom shattered like glass.

The guy was— , he was something else. Devastatingly gorgeous in a way that made John’s brain short-circuit for a second. His eyes were soft, almost innocent at first glance, but there was something darker swirling beneath the surface, something that made John’s fingers twitch like a flame begging for oxygen. His face was all angles—sharp jaw, sculpted cheekbones—but his features still held an unfair softness, like someone had taken time chiseling him out of marble only to run their hands over the stone until it melted into something gentler. His hair caught the light when he turned his head slightly.

John officially classified him as the most beautiful person to have ever existed.

And then he smirked.

John’s stomach did something weird—some nauseating, fluttery bullshit that he immediately ignored. The guy lifted one hand in front of him, palm up. In it, a swirling energy formed.

Rogue and Bobby were transfixed on the energy, marvelling at it like a goddamn sunrise. John, though? His eyes locked onto the guy's eyes.

The endless possibility in them.

That was the moment it happened. The moment something lodged itself in John’s chest like a stubborn ember that refused to go out.

A crush.

And not just any crush—the kind that gnawed at the edges of his mind, refusing to let go no matter how hard he tried to shake it off. It was ridiculous. He didn’t do this kind of thing. He wasn’t some lovestruck idiot mooning over pretty boys like a teenage girl in middle school. But this guy had the audacity to exist in his orbit, to up John’s carefully constructed walls without even trying.

And then, to make things worse—to make things so much worse—John had gone to the kitchen one night, unable to sleep, his head filled with restless, burning memories from a past he didn’t like to revisit. And of course, because life fucking hated him, there he was.

Standing in the moonlight.

Shirtless.

The soft glow of the night poured in through the window, casting shadows across his bare torso, highlighting every sculpted inch of him in a way that made John’s brain malfunction. His skin practically glowed, like some kind of divine being had just casually decided to materialise in the Xavier mansion’s shitty-ass kitchen.

John had tried, very hard, to ignore the fact that he was getting hard just looking at him.

He bit the inside of his cheek, took a slow breath, and willed his body to not betray him. But his traitorous, stupid heart was already pounding against his ribs like it had something to prove. Because, unfortunately, John had fallen stupidly, hopelessly, catastrophically in love with the guy. And it was fucking hell.

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