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[mishy-mashy]

Shinomori is actually the weird one

Horikoshi said he had detailed backstories for all the OFA users. He just wanted to hint and imply at what he already had, in a way you could breeze over it, and draw the connections yourself.

Examples include little hints like how Bruce mentions being with Kudo from the very start of their opposition. Or how Kudo hints at heartless decisions they made, or how many lives they took in a straight goal, where survival became victory. (Another parallel with Bakugo, where Bakugo wanted to be someone who always wins���and on Kudo's side, that means survival, but THIS ISN'T ABOUT KUDO)

Or the small corner of a panel where Banjo's arm breaking like Midoriya's, showing that Shinomori made OFA too strong. Or how Garaki saved AFO from never being able to find Yoichi again, on Shinomori's turn. Shinomori's turn should've been the end of AFO's chase, if not near it, since AFO was starting to grow old until Garaki appeared.

Little hints to whole backstories.

Shinomori only has one scene in the whole animal where we actually see him talk more than a line or a glance. And that's his self-introduction.

I want to talk about his line, [Mine was a terrible era. Everyone was a weirdo, except me.]

During his introduction, Shinomori says that One For All can't be passed on to a normal person anymore.

Since we, as the viewer, are watching from a time where Quirks are the norm, what Shinomori said doesn't stand out at all. Even Midoriya doesn't get confused.

The normal person to Midoriya is a Quirked person. That's what the viewer thinks too; Quirks are normal.

But consider that Shinomori is talking about - and from - the past as he explains who he is and what he did. Put your perspective in that time period.

Quirks were not normal. Metas were not normal. The norm was to have no Meta, even if more and more Meta Humans are popping up.

Shinomori actually thinks that Meta Humans were normal, and that non-Meta Humans were weirdos. This was during a time where everyone thought the opposite, and that Meta Humans were monsters.

"One For All cannot be wielded by a normal person." meaning normal, Quirked people. He thought Quirked people were normal from the start

"I was the only normal one. Everyone else were weirdos." and it's because everyone else was weird, and in a terrible time, that Shinomori went into hiding

Shinomori is actually self-centered in a way; he views himself as normal, and can't understand the perspective of other weirdos (non-Metas)

By self-centered, I mean like kids do developmentally-wise.

Kids first learn about the world only from their own perspective. They don't comprehend that others can have their own feelings, opinions, or feel pain.

Kids are self-centered because they only know their own perspective, and can't understand anyone else's. It doesn't occur to them to view the world any other way.

Shinomori is like that. Metapowers are normal to him. To him, the others who view Meta Humans as wrong, and the people who aren't Meta, they're the weirdos.

He can't understand them.

Shinomori blatantly referring to Quirked people as "normal" even catches Midoriya off-guard. Because for a minute, Midoriya doesn't know what concept of "normal" that Shinomori is using.

Japan was imploding on itself and in a Depression, and Shinomori's only takeaway during his era is who's weird and who's not.

"Mine was a terrible era. Everyone was a weirdo except me."

This is his only takeaway. Or, the only thing he focused on during this time.

And at first glance, that's shallow. Until you realize that Shinomori's main takeaway was that he couldn't conform.

But to him, it's that the others couldn't conform to Metapowers. He couldn't understand the people around him, and saw them as strange for that.

Since he's his own idea of the norm, he doesn't view himself - an Ability wielder - as an outlier.

His only solution to the society that was at ends, even with AFO's presence reigning, was to seclude himself.

That way, he'd be the only person in his own world—a world of only Meta Humans.

Shinomori was a hermit, not because of AFO, but because he didn't like society

To bring back this panel,

And bring up this, too,

Shinomori doesn't say he went into hiding for OFA. He agrees with Banjo's statement that he just didn't like society, and went to live off-radar. He cites the reason he did that: people were strange to him.

A time where people protested Meta Humans, at that. Non-Metas were scared of Metas, and those Metas didn't even want to be Metas. Those were the people back then.

He only says he evaded AFO, which would be easier to do with Danger Sense. And AFO didn't need many sensory Abilities back then, because he wasn't blind

So Shinomori didn't like society, and left it. Then he had OFA, and while still a hermit, starts building up that power while avoiding people even more.

Since Banjo managed to find Shinomori when these were the conditions, that means Banjo had no ill intent, and posed no danger or threat. That allowed Banjo to find Shinomori, without either intending to meet.

Must've been a jumpscare, actually. I like thinking Banjo's face just erupted from foliage, and Shinomori let out a bitch-on-falsetto shriek.

The fact Shinomori was already a hermit before OFA, also confirms that Bruce found him in the forest.

My theory is that Bruce and Shinomori knew each other beforehand. That's why Bruce could find him. Bruce, who spent time in cities, managed to find a single man who hides in forests.

(These posts (1) (2) speculate about Bruce and Shinomori's relationship, and Bruce choosing his successor)

Shinomori thought the world couldn't keep up with Metahumans (his normal), and still thinks that way in death. When he explains OFA, he refers to "normal people", that Midoriya has to piece together he means Quirked people.

Midoriya, who grew up where Quirks are normal, easily adopts the way Shinomori thinks of it, but on the surface level of only knowing what Shinomori was saying about the now.

Summary: Shinomori is the weird one, for viewing Metas as normal when everyone else believed differently. His belief of Abilities being normal endures from the Advent of the Paranormal, up to his afterlife as a vestige.

When Metas were abnormal, he saw it differently: Metas are normal, and those who can't accept Metas, or aren't Metas themselves, are outliers.

"They were the weirdos. Not me."

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Side note, about the above panel

Notably, when talking about what a "normal person" is, we're looking at Nana, Yoichi, and All Might.

Nana, who looked at the strange, funny teenager Toshinori, and decided to give the Quirkless boy a Quirk; "normal", as a Quirked person in her time. She made All Might "normal" (though fitting in wasn't her intent, because they both knew All Might always intended to stand at the top), because he was a strange boy, and she liked that.

Yoichi, who grew up believing he was Meta-less, and had stockpiling forced by AFO to conform to his beliefs. An original Meta-less person, who was "normal" in his time.

And All Might, who was Quirkless, but with OFA, became "normal".

[downthedraincomic]

Finally made an actual age/timeline thing for Sam and Brandon WOOHOO!

Sam has one less image because honestly she looks almost exactly the same. She just looks more tired (who can blame her).

I'll make a thing showing alternate fits because they look so DRY but I mean they're both cringefail loser squids

[jestersking]

c!leo gives off biggest blacksmith vibes to me. like he just seems like the type of guy that loves to forge, loves to mine, loves to watch netherite melt for like 200 hours. of course you can create armor by magic, but there's something so exciting about creating everything by hand and leaving little things that just scream This Was Made by Leo Leowook! and shit. he's just a craftsman in general. sew? can do. crochet? absolutely. carpentry? don't mind if i do. fighting is fun, destroying shit is REALLY fun, but it's just as fun for leo to sit down and spend his time trying to design and create his own little things. he doesn't have much free time on lifesteal, but the time he gets he spends by improving minute's costume, engraving clown's name into pierce's sword or adding little gems to wemmbu's jewelry collection. it's not much, but if someone teams up with leowook, you can see it in all the care and love he puts into his teammates appearances.

[moe-broey]

LIKE........ @ the prev post about armor flexibility.... Is That Why They Look Like That??????? 👁️👁️

Something else fascinating I found actually when I was comparing the Askr trio (knowing Alfonse and Sharena largely match, just a few differences here and there), wanting to get a better look at Anna...

SHE HAS BIG ASS BOOTS?!????? I. COMPLETELY FORGOR ....... it gives her a real sturdy look though. Hm.... (Thinking about what this means for characterization/how I'd draw her, esp w my initial impressions kind of. Being the opposite of this LMFAOOO oops 😥)

[lilacerull0]

lila's relationship with naples... why am i in a book, asking. once. again.

[vicontheinternet]

I’ve come to notice that we can’t have a show/movie that doesn’t center whiteness in some way mainstream or not because white ppl can’t picture themselves in characters that aren’t white while that’s all we had to do

[torsamors]

i cannot think abt the lines ‘ive traced your shadows on the wall now i kiss them whenever im down……….’ Like.

[tr1ppykay]

i need 2 stop dressing cute and then going on spontaneous adventures after getting crossfaded. me and the bf decided to go explore an underpass in the rain after the bar and my stupid drunk goth faggot ass rolled my ankle in platforms AGAIN. a week into a new job AGAIN. the same ankle as last time

[anaalnathrakhs]

argh you just know there’s something a little shady under that whole retirement situation :))))

[thedeadthree]

nia when she accidentally becomes a sentinel in her most least favorite gaggle of besties the b*os when she and yelena and kellan are honored for their work in stopping her father from using the purifier

[ongoing-catastrophe]

The west is a lot more industrialized than much of the global south, and in many ways has lost a lot more of its past and memory to time and labor.

But we remember. Somehow, despite all that was lost under colonial weight, this was not. I've seen my grandmother's spinning wheel, and I inherited her ancient sewing machine. I've never touched a charkha myself, but I sing folk songs that remember spinning it. I dance to songs about spinning, and I cry to them too.

I thought it would make you feel better, to know that. Not everything ancient is dead. Often, it's alive in song, if in nothing else.

I've had a hard time articulating to people just how fundamental spinning used to be in people's lives, and how eerie it is that it's vanished so entirely. It occurred to me today that it's a bit like if in the future all food was made by machine, and people forgot what farming and cooking were. Not just that they forgot how to do it; they had never heard of it.

When they use phrases like "spinning yarns" for telling stories or "heckling a performer" without understanding where they come from, I imagine a scene in the future where someone uses the phrase "stir the pot" to mean "cause a disagreement" and I say, did you know a pot used to be a container for heating food, and stirring was a way of combining different components of food together? "Wow, you're full of weird facts! How do you even know that?"

When I say I spin and people say "What, like you do exercise bikes? Is that a kind of dancing? What's drafting? What's a hackle?" it's like if I started talking about my cooking hobby and my friend asked "What's salt? Also, what's cooking?" Well, you see, there are a lot of stages to food preparation, starting with planting crops, and cooking is one of the later stages. Salt is a chemical used in cooking which mostly alters the flavor of the food but can also be used for other things, like drawing out moisture...

"Wow, that sounds so complicated. You must have done a lot of research. You're so good at cooking!" I'm really not. In the past, children started learning about cooking as early as age five ("Isn't that child labor?"), and many people cooked every day their whole lives ("Man, people worked so hard back then."). And that's just an average person, not to mention people called "chefs" who did it professionally. I go to the historic preservation center to use their stove once or twice a week, and I started learning a couple years ago. So what I know is less sophisticated than what some children could do back in the day.

"Can you make me a snickers bar?" No, that would be pretty hard. I just make sandwiches mostly. Sometimes I do scrambled eggs. "Oh, I would've thought a snickers bar would be way more basic than eggs. They seem so simple!"

Haven't you ever wondered where food comes from? I ask them. When you were a kid, did you ever pick apart the different colored bits in your food and wonder what it was made of? "No, I never really thought about it." Did you know rice balls are called that because they're made from part of a plant called rice? "Oh haha, that's so weird. I thought 'rice' was just an adjective for anything that was soft and white."

People always ask me why I took up spinning. Isn't it weird that there are things we take so much for granted that we don't even notice when they're gone? Isn't it strange that something which has been part of humanity all across the planet since the Neanderthals is being forgotten in our generation? Isn't it funny that when knowledge dies, it leaves behind a ghost, just like a person? Don't you want to commune with it?

[aliosne]

*takes deep breath* I will not engage with the idiot saying “no one alive is responsible for harming indigenous people” *slow exhale* engaging with the idiot saying “no one alive is responsible for harming indigenous people” is the mind killer

[birdwatchy-standaround]

i'm gonna DO it

i'm gonna BUY the SNEAKERS i've been looking at for weeks

[inspired-lesson-plans]

Social Studies, grades K-2, Connecting with History

Do Now:

Turn and talk.

What do you think it was like to be a kid 500 years ago? How would it be different than being a kid today?

Class Discussion:

Discuss their thoughts from the Do Now, then transition into showing the doodles provided by @bemusedlybespectacled without providing any context. Ask them when they think those drawings were done and how they can tell. In the former, note that the drawing is done with a stylus instead of a pencil, and in the latter have the students observe that there are castles, horses, and bows and arrows.

Direct Instruction:

Explain to students that historians only know about what happened in the past because of what people in the past left behind. Old books and scrolls tell us what they used to believe, or about the lives of important people. Old weapons and tools show us how good their technology was. For example, show the stone age spears vs the 18th century pole arms.

Drawings of plants and animals show us what animals used to live there and what they looked like. For example, the Lascaux cave paintings in France

Or the painting of watermelons from 17th century Europe

Guided Learning:

Ask students to turn and talk to discuss the following question.

What will people in the far-off future know about us from what we are leaving behind right now?

Regroup and hold another class discussion about what current humans are going to leave behind for people in the future to know about how we live.

Then, ask one last question.

What do you want people in the far-off future to know about your life?

Higher Order Learning:

Give students a doodle book to fill out. On every page, they should draw something about their lives or the world around them so that historians in the far-off future can study it and learn about the world of 2025. You may give a few examples as well as model a doodle in your own notebook. And, just like the Italian boy from the 1400s, they are encouraged to doodle in this book during school (unless they need to pay attention).

I was reading one of my childhood diaries the other day and there was a whole paragraph saying how hopeful I was that my writing will help the archeologists in the far future. Then it proceeded to describe my lunch that day and how my dog was probably secretly able to talk. 

[ham1lton]

NOT A CHILL GIRL.

pairings: lewis hamilton x chronically online fiancée!yn

faceclaim: jordana brewster

summary: chronically online, funniest on the grid, and the proud owner of a face card that never declines—at least, according to yourself. your fiancé might raise an eyebrow at the first claim, the world might debate the second, but no one’s arguing with the third.

warnings: just jokes. don’t take any of this seriously.

author’s note: hope u enjoy bunny anon! :D

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ham1ltonshaderoom: celebrity stylist, and fiancée of f1 legend lewis hamilton, yn yln took to instagram stories to share some concerning posts. what do we think about these captions, ham1ltons?

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yourinstagram MAMA I MADE IT

— user1 yn you have dressed some of the top celebrities and this is what you’re excited over??

— user2 forget that. she’s fucking LEWIS HAMILTON!!! and this is what she’s excited over???

user3 this is a v tame post for yn LMFAO

— user4 like she’s posted worse 😭

user5 she’s so unserious i’m obsessed

— user6 my fav wag

user7 i love the fact she’s dressing zendaya, showing up to her hot fiancé’s races and still finds time to shitpost

— user8 she’s so me

user9 she should be embarrassed. she’s grown

— user10 she will never see this btw

user11 i need to know lewis’ thoughts on these posts

user12 she’s the moment. i want to be her so bad.

— user13 successful in her own right AND secured the bag. #needtoBEthat

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INSTAGRAM LIVE

yn i’m using lewis’ ninja creami to make slushies and sydney isn’t picking up her phone because she’s on set. so entertain me, my little gladiators.

user1 what flavour slushie are you making and why is it pure tequila

yn no. it’s a margarita mix. mostly anyways. all about balance babes.

user2 worst red carpet outfit request you’ve ever gotten?

yn girl some actor asked me to dress him up in head to toe camo… i wanted to be sick.

user3 yn, when’s the wedding? lewis is literally ready to propose again.

yn not until jungkook confirms he’s off the market. i need to know i’m not leaving options on the table.

user4 did you see lando’s post underneath your birthday post to lewis.

yn i did and i’m angry. how dare he be funnier than me on my own shitpost.

user5 who’s better at gift-giving, you or lewis?

yn me. obviously. lewis once got me a pen because “it looked sleek.” it was a nice pen, but still a pen.

user6 yn, if you could style anyone in history, who would it be?

yn harry styles but in 2012. imagine the chaos if he let me near those blazers.

user7 how did you guys meet?

yn via a mutual friend at a party. i thought his choice of shoes was disastrous and he thought i was funny. so obviously i went home with him that night. then i fell in love or whatever.

user8 you are literally the blueprint for chaotic but lovable. never change.

yn never will, little gladiator. never will.

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lewishamilton: sunday best, thank you theststyle

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yourinstagram why won’t this damn app swipe RIGHT?!?!?

— lewishamilton wrong app sweetheart

— yourinstagram oh shit 😓 can you show me how to download the right one? ever since ashley madison shut down and farmersonly.com banned me for “unsolicited flirting,” it’s been tough out here.

— lewishamilton maybe try clownsonly.com—heard they’re taking new members.

— yourinstagram wow. this from the guy who once googled “how to impress a bad bitch” and got caught.

— lewishamilton a bad bitch was impressed, wasn’t she? checkmate.

— yourinstagram yeah, well, don’t get used to it. also, happy valentine’s, loser. 💖

— lewishamilton happy valentine’s, clown. ❤️

— user1 y’all are some weirdos 😭🩷

user2 YN GIVE HIM TO MEEEEEE

user3 #NEEDTHAT

— yourinstagram #TOOBAD

— user3 YN PLEASE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

user4 need this relationship NOW

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[thebestandworstdayofjune]

in the refrigerator light

summary: you are somehow unprepared to run into Logan while on the quest for a midnight snack... in the house you both live in. wc: 1.9 k a/n: to be fair I did warn you that this would happen. I have a few more ideas kicking around in my head, but feel free to send requests if you have any! this doesn't take place during any particular movie, fyi, but you and Logan are both teaching at the school warnings: fluffy fluff, mutant!reader, empathic powers!reader, soft!Logan

You should have been asleep. Even after choosing to stay on at the school past your education, you’d had a hard time shaking habits of the past. It still felt strange to walk freely into professor only areas, and you were always in bed by 11:00 pm every night. Sneaking down to the kitchen to steal one of the chocolate bars you knew Scott had stashed deep in the back of a cabinet felt wrong, but the siren song was too strong to resist. 

You’d been quiet, making sure to avoid the creaky stair (third from the bottom on the right) before shuffling into the kitchen. You rubbed at your eyes as you made your way to the proper cabinet. The only problem being that it was much higher up than you remember. It was times like these that made you wish for a more helpful mutation, like telekinesis or at least a few extra inches of height. You struggled for a few moments, on your tippy toes, stretching your arm as far as you could reach before you gave up. You sighed, raking your hands through your hair and making your peace with the fact that chocolate was not in your future tonight. 

“Scoot over, bub.” You jumped and let out a small shriek, before clasping a hand over your mouth. It was rare that anyone got the drop on you these days, your power more finely tuned and emotions tending to be strong around the manor, but your guard was decidedly down in the place you’d called home for so many years. But Logan was an exception to many rules. HIs hand gently gripped your wrist, pulling you against his chest for a brief moment before moving to stand in front of the cabinet. He reached up into the cabinet, the zip up hoodie he wore pulling up to expose a few inches of his stomach before pulling down a few bars of chocolate with ease. He smiled, the crinkles by his eyes more prominent in the low light of the kitchen. You did your best to appear like you hadn’t just been ogling him. 

“How did you know-”

“Scott’s shit at secrets.” He huffed, rolling his eyes. “You think he’d learn by now to not be such a loud mouth in a house full of people with enhanced hearing”. 

Your laugh was quiet, muffled by your hand in the interest of not waking the others. “Well, in that case, I hope one of those is for me.” 

Logan shrugged, eyes full of mirth. “What’ll you give me for it?” 

You blinked, unsure of yourself. You weren’t used to this Logan, yet. He was usually gruff and reserved, always reluctant to give into the kids in his history class that were trying to derail the lesson with a joke or two. He’d been playful a few times in your presence, and it almost always made you worried that the other shoe was about to drop. Seeing him in pajama pants and a soft grey sweatshirt only added to the strangeness situation. 

For the briefest moment, you considered using your powers. A single touch and you would know exactly how he was feeling. It was a blessing and a curse, to be able to be sure of how others were feeling with a single touch. A god-send on intel gathering or stealthy missions, a terrible temptation at midnight alone in the kitchen of the manor with the man you had harbored a crush on for as long as you’d known him. You make to grab one of the bars out of his hand, but he is too fast for you, quickly lifting them over his head. Your eyes narrowed. 

Fine, two can play at this game. You roll your shoulders back, drawing up your courage. “Depends what you want for it.” 

Logan grinned, dropping his arms and holding the bars behind his back. “Well, what I don’t want is to be an accomplice in your quest for cavities. Chuck’d have my head if he found out I had a part to play.”  

“I’m a big girl, Logan. I can take care of myself” You grab for the chocolate, but he’s too quick for you. For a brief moment, the two of you stare at each other, the moment charged. You lunged for the chocolate again, but Logan is already halfway across the kitchen, waving the chocolate around teasingly. 

“Logan, please” you laugh, following around the island. He cocked his head to the side, smirk playing at the corner of his lips. You were seconds away from stomping your foot and demanding he hand the chocolate over, when his smirk grew into a grin. 

“Alright bub,” he made his way around the island, depositing one of the chocolate bars in your hand. “You know I can’t say no to you.” 

You did your best to tamp down the butterflies that suddenly made a home in your stomach, but his smile was so gentle and he looked so soft, it was hard not to feel a little lovestruck. You snapped a piece of the bar off, and held it out to him. You dutifully busied yourself with breaking off a piece for yourself, ignoring the way that his affectionate gaze seemed to never leave you. 

“You’re not usually up this late,” he says, holding his hand out for another piece. You shrug, dropping another section into his hand. 

“Couldn’t sleep.” 

“Welcome to the club.” You knew that Logan had trouble sleeping, he was usually the first one hunched over a cup of coffee in the mornings, steadfastly ignoring inquiries into how he slept. 

“I, um” You hesitated. Usually offers of using your powers didn’t go well. You took a breath, steadying yourself. The worst he could say was no, right? “I could help with that, if you want.” 

Logan reached out, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You could tell your eyes were the size of saucers, but you couldn’t find words. After a few moments, Logan took a step back, shaking his head slightly. You blinked owlishly, taking a breath to steady yourself. 

“That’s sweet of you, bub. But I wouldn’t want to tucker you out.” It was no secret around the house that although you had a less physical mutation, it still took some of your energy. Sensing emotions was as natural as breathing, but influencing them was newer, and took much more focus. 

You pointedly glanced at the clock over the stove, noting that it was well past any reasonable bedtime, before facing Logan once more. “That actually sounds really nice.” He mumbled something about not wanting to take advantage of you, but the words died in his throat when your hand found his own. You looked up at him through your lashes, hoping that he would be able to see how earnest you were being. “I don’t want to force you, but I want to be asleep more than anything, and I can tell that you are too wound up about something to even begin to fall asleep.” 

His thumb stroked over the back of your hand a few times, before he stepped around you and led you out of the kitchen. You expected him to turn towards the living room, where you’d caught him ‘resting his eyes’ a few times in the middle of the day. Instead, he turned right making sure to skip the creaky stair (third from the bottom on the right) and right up to the door of your room. 

“A bit presumptuous, no?” You asked, before opening the door and walking through. 

Logan rolled his eyes, leaning against your doorframe. “I was there the first time you tried this. Figured it was best that no one has to pick you up off the floor.” 

You felt your face grow hot, remembering the unmitigated disaster that had occurred the first time Charles suggested that this application of your powers was a possibility. Your chin tilted up, doing your best to project confidence. “Well, it’s been a while since then, I’ve gotten better.” 

If the lighting had been better, you would have seen the faintest pink blush coloring his cheeks. “Rogue’s in my room.” You couldn’t help it, your eyebrows shot up near your hairline. “She and Bobby got into a fight, she wanted somewhere she would be left alone.” His hands were twisting in the pockets of his sweatshirt as he ducked his head down low. 

“Is that why you were prowling around the kitchen?” He rolled his eyes, but nodded all the same. “Well, do you wanna stay here tonight?” He looked like he was about to object, but you held your hand up, effectively silencing him. “You’re doing a favor for Rogue, let me do one for you.” 

“Thought you were already doin’ me a favor, sweetheart.” He protested, all while moving towards your bed. 

You perched on the edge of your bed, consciously doing your best to keep your heart rate in check. The students always joked that between Charles and Jean’s mind reading and Logan being able to hear cheaters hearts speeding up, it wasn’t even worth it to try and cheat in class. It hadn’t occurred to you that if he could hear your heart fluttering, he could definitely hear the measured deep breaths you were taking to mitigate the issue. 

You reached for his hand, and he accepted it readily. His palm was shockingly smooth under yours, it must be from his regenerative powers. Your thumb gently ran across his knuckles, still slightly red from the training session he’d had with some of the students earlier in the day. You tugged on his arm slightly, and he lowered himself down onto the bed beside you. “I thought that it’s important to work as a team, sometimes.” 

“You spyin’ on me, bub?” You sheepishly meet his eyes, but find nothing but tenderness waiting for you. “I’ll try to forgive you.” He drops a kiss on your knuckles, before motioning for you to lay down. “I’ll take the floor.” 

You tightened your grip on his hand. If he really wanted to, he could have broken away easily. Instead, he paused, eyebrows raised and waiting for an explanation. “Not much of a favor if your back hurts in the morning from sleeping on the floor” you shrugged. 

“Only if you’re sure-”

“Just get in the damn bed Logan.” He grinned, pulling back the covers and slipping into the bed. You followed shortly after, and slipped your hand back into his. The both of you laid in silence for a few moments, adjusting to your new arrangement. You were nice and toasty warm, able to feel the heat radiating off him under the covers. You were in the middle of working up the courage to actually use your powers, when soft snores began to emanate from the other side of the bed. You chanced a glance towards him only to find his lashes gently fanned out over his cheeks, and his chest rising and falling with his steady breathing. 

After a few moments, you followed him into dreamland. In the morning, you woke up with his arm firmly around your waist, feeling fully rested for one of the first times in your life. Again, you waited for the awkwardness to come, for your face to flush and your stammer to pick back up, but you were left waiting.

feedback is very much appreciated, as I’ve never written for Logan before! let me know what you think <3

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