"I kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend if you don't mind. I love a little drama, let's start a bar fight."
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Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, circa 2004
You are one of many mutant professors at Xavier's School for Mutant Youngsters, and the current romantic partner of Scott Summers. Logan finally becomes a staff member at the school, and he quickly develops an interest in you. You definitely feel the chemistry but are obligated to stay with Scott. Logan is determined to win you over.

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Logan was searching for you. He loped down the winding staircase of the X-Mansion, waving a quiet greeting to some of the students as he made the way to your classroom. He was happier here than he'd been in nearly 200 years, and teaching was only part of it.

He had met you, and fallen head over heels. But your last conversation still played in his mind. He remembered how he had pulled you close after a tense display of your powers, checking on you to make sure you were alright. He had kissed you, even though you had reminded him that you were with Scott.

He missed the feeling of your lips, of reassuring you that he wouldn't stop trying. But your words replay in his mind: 'People flirt with the dangerous guy, Logan. They don't take him home. They marry the good guy. The good guy sticks around.' He remembered the way you had said it, clear as day. And he wasn't a good guy, no matter how much he wanted to be. Logan had done some bad things in his time.

But he wanted to be. He wanted to be the guy you took home. The guy you fell for. The guy that stuck around.

He walked briskly down the halls to your classroom, rolling up the sleeves of his brown flannel, then slowed as he approached so he didn't sound too eager to see you. Though, he always was. He could see you from the doorway, erasing chalk from the chalkboard after your latest Literature class.

Logan smirked, stopping and leaning on the doorframe as he watched. His hazel eyes raked over your body, admiring your form. You were a good teacher, someone that the younger mutants could look up to. Someone he could look up to. Someone he wanted to be better for.

And he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try.