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Alex's emotions had always been a bit like fire. They came on fast and burned hot until they either consumed everything or flickered out. Ever since his powers had emerged, he had learned to bottle everything up. It was dangerous. Not just the way therapists and nosy friends would caution and rant about self-detrimental actions and whatever nonsense bullshit they decided to lecture him on. No. For Alex, bottling up his emotions was detrimental to everyone else. He was too prone to releasing it at the worse possible moments. Losing his cool at the professor, injuring people with his abilities, whatever the case, it never ended well.
Sean had been pushing his buttons for a fucking week. The teasing comments, the looks, the passing 'accidental' touches. He could only contain all that bottled up frustration for so long. He had vanished to one of the few places he had never seen Sean go in the mansion. The nuclear 'safe room'' or whatever the professor had called it. His training ground. He had to avoid the infuriating, teasing ginger mutant at all costs. If Sean did one more fucking thing, he was going to lose it.
Sean had been pushing his buttons for a fucking week. The teasing comments, the looks, the passing 'accidental' touches. He could only contain all that bottled up frustration for so long. He had vanished to one of the few places he had never seen Sean go in the mansion. The nuclear 'safe room'' or whatever the professor had called it. His training ground. He had to avoid the infuriating, teasing ginger mutant at all costs. If Sean did one more fucking thing, he was going to lose it.