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It’s been such a long day; my eyelids are exhausted. There was a mission today that involved us to rescue a group of captured mutants from FoH but we almost lost the battle with seven severely injured, including Storm who received a bad concussion from her fall. The blood and mud on my uniform barely dried before we arrived back to the mansion before I had to complete my other duties. It’s just one of those days of wanting to just go to bed and forget about this day but I’m a leader and I have a lot of duties I have to complete before I can even process the idea of going to bed all cozy under the covers.
I finish the last bit of maintenance on the blackbird before I close down the garage and shake my head to rid of any sleepiness that’s trying to creep up on me. I slowly walk down all the halls toward my classroom, stretching my soar body as I go, as I hear someone following me. I don’t stutter in my steps or even stop my moment of weakness because I know who it is and not afraid of the man.
Lately Logan and I have involved from being just friends to being something in-between of fully being together and still considered best friends. It’s difficult trying to talk about emotions with him since he likes to act like a prickly cactus but instead of running away or hiding once he gets close to people that might actually care about him, he started acting more... Cuddly? Soft? It’s weird to think of him like that but it’s what he’s been showing and it’s a new side to him that I don’t mind too much. Even kind of like it.
We only been going solid for a few weeks now but I’m not regretting it. The only problem is that I didn’t realize how much of a protective papa bear he is. It’s a problem when I’m “too reckless and pigheaded to ask for help” (His words, not mine), and that’s probably why he’s stalking me but it isn’t my fault. Besides, this time I don’t have any major injuries so I’m all good. Nothing to worry about.
I finally enter my classroom and barely restrain the groan of internal pain of having to grade papers at this time of night but it’s better than looking over the blackbird when I’m half asleep. I walk over to the bin of turned-in papers and turn around to see Logan finally stepping away from the shadows and toward me.
“I’ll get that for you.”
Logan just walks up and takes about half of my papers out of my arms and goes sit down at his side of the desk and starts grading the papers, following the answer sheet that was ready for my use. I slowly walked up to my side of the desk and place the stack of papers down before I speak.
“What are you doing, Logan?”
He looks up at me with a quirk of his eyebrow, “Helping you grade papers, what else could I been doing?”
“Why?” There was no use for him to, I had everything under control. My list of stuff I had to complete by today was almost done and it wasn’t even three in the morning yet. I call that progress.
I hear him sigh before he leans over a little in his seat, “Because I miss you and you’ve been going to bed later and later and seem to be getting up earlier and earlier. I don’t know what Chuck could possibly be assigning you or what the other students need or what else needs to be done but you can’t keep going on like this. You have consumed eight cups of coffee today and on a normal basis you don’t do that, you value your body like a goddamn temple. You are going to crash and it’s going to happen when we need you the most. I'm just keeping you alive until then.”
I sigh before I shake my head, “It’s the usual stuff Logan, you just never realized because you didn’t know my sleeping habits-”
“And that’s all going to change because now that I know your crazy schedule, I'm gonna help condense it. You’re a workaholic but I like you more in bed than behind a desk,” and I have to raise an eyebrow at him.
“This is normal Logan, it’s just life and no matter what the workload doesn’t lessen.”
“So, I’ll help you with it and we can move faster. Just let me help you with your workload, take what you need, so we can just go to bed earlier than your usual four in the morning.”
I just shake my head with huff of laughter, “Only if you don’t mind the boringness of it all.”
I see him smirk before he goes back to grading papers from the advance math class, “Scotty, nothing can be boring when we’re together.”