Lover Boy (mlm wolverinexmalereader)

Part 3

>>two weeks later<<

One night, you're standing on the balcony, smoking a cigarette, when you hear now familiar footsteps strode towards you. You know who it is without looking up, and a little smile comes to your lips.

"Hey Logan." You nod your head, taking a puff.

"Y/N" he acknowledges you, leaning over the balcony railing beside you.

"It's a gorgeous view, isn't it?" You whisper quietly. You and him admire the city lights in the distance.

"The city that never sleeps." Logan smiles, a rare but beautiful sight. Logan saves his smiles for when they most matter. You offer him your cigarette, and he takes it, mumbling his thanks as he takes a hit, flicking it against the railing.

"So, what's your story, Logan? I feel like I don't know you, the real you I mean" you take the cigarette back, bumping shoulders with him.

"I don't... I don't remember." He says sadly, looking at his hands.

"Well, it's in the past anyway, you tell your own story now." You run a hand through your hair, stomping out your cigarette.

"Look at you, mister wise guy," Logan teases, turning to lean his back against the railing.

"There's things you don't know about me, Logan," you say, standing by the sliding door.

"Yea, I guess there is" he seems lost in his mind for a moment, before clearing his throat and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"You should get to bed, it's late" the rough exterior is back, and his stoic expression returns. Your moment of openness is over.

"Good night Logan." You say as he leaves.

He seems to hesitate, as if he is thinking of saying something, but decides against it, nodding and slipping away.

***

Logan wanders the school, unable to sleep. His mind is full of you. He isn't sure why, but you keep on creeping back in. Your smile, your voice, the way the moonlight bounced off your skin. He shook his head, growling. He needed to let off some steam.

***

He grunts with exhaustion as he throws aimless punches at the dummy. Sweat drips down his forehead, and fresh wounds on his knuckles quickly close. He throws one more punch, collapsing to his knees. He sits on the ground for a moment, catching his breath. What is happening to him? He isn't gay. Logan isn't gay. The Wolverine isn't gay. He can't be. He's not, he finally decides.

But he is definitely something. For the first time in a long time, he lets himself think about her, about Jean. He suddenly begins to sob, something usually only saved for the shower. The Wolverine doesn't cry. But he can't help the sobs raking his body as he curls up in a ball. He loved her, he knows that for sure. He loved her and now she is gone.

That's how you find him, curled in a ball on the floor, sobbing quietly to himself. You gasp quietly, dropping your clipboard and running to him.
"Logan?! Are you ok?" You crouch down, shaking him. He sniffles, gasping as he realizes someone has caught him.
"I'm fine!" He shouts, frantically wiping his face and standing up.

"No, no you're not." I whisper, reaching and gently stroking his cheek. He tenses up, stepping away from you.

"Just stay away from me!!" He yells in your face, and your eyes widen.

"Everything was fine before you came! Stay the fuck away from me!" His claws unsheath, and his breath is heavy. You take a step back, swallowing.

"Shit, I'm sorry Y/N" he mumbles, putting his claws away, his face full of regret.

"Get out." You say, your voice steady and clear.

"I didn't mean it-"

"Get out!"

He bows his head, swallowing as he leaves the room, hesitating once before the door, and then he is gone.

Is it casual now? Hehe