I am Peter Parker

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**Rogue**

Awwwww... What an idiot I made of myself in front of the guy! I couldn't even get a word in edgewise! And I was like, "I prefer the cool ones, maybe Parker will surprise me again"; yeah, he did....

- But he's really cute. - Not cute or handsome or handsome, just handsome, but enough to make me tongue-tied.

All right! I'm not going to make a fool of myself tonight. I'll just wake him up, take him to breakfast and that's it. I won't even talk to him! I'll just wake him up, tell him about breakfast and that's it.

- Whew. Pro-Stop, we have to knock first. - Why? What if he's not dressed?

Not dressed?!

- Fantasia, stop! - I slapped myself on my heated cheeks, and with an extraordinary exhalation, I finally knocked. - Excuse me, may I?

Covering my eyes with my fingers, I opened the door, where I found....

- AAAH! - that one of the students had snapped and snuck into the guy's room! - What's going to happen now?! It hasn't even been a day! This is gonna be all over the news!

How could one of us set the rest of the mutants up like that? Sneaking into a guy's bed. STOP! Are you sure that's all she did?!

- How could you do that?! - I screamed and ripped the duvet off them.

- Mhmm... Rogue, huh? - I think he's wearing underwear and a tank top, so maybe it's okay. - And you've come to rape me?

- ... - doomed, I fell to my knees. So that's the end for both the school and the mutants...

.....

I ended up being wrong twice this morning. Firstly, she's not a mutant, and therefore not a student at our school. Secondly, I made an idiot of myself.

**Peter**

- I need to wash my face - As soon as sleep subsided and consciousness returned to normal, that was the first thing out of my mouth.

- Immediately after breakfast begins your time in the communal shower room on this eta-. Kya! - only I took off my t-shirt, Rogue drenched herself in colour and abruptly turned her back to me on her socks.

Haa... Teenagers. But I don't care about their delicate natures right now, I have clothes and bedding to burn after a night with a bum! How the hell did she even get in here?! Was it cold on the floor?

- Are you two dating? Y-You were cuddling while you were sleeping. - While still standing with her back to me, playing with my hair, Rogue spoke.

- Uggh... - I wish she hadn't done that, because it made me want to throw up. - Do you think, Rogue, if you burn the skin, will it hurt a lot?

Who knows if a shower would help me get rid of the feeling of disgust?

.....

Before we reached the canteen, we were intercepted by Ripley, taking me with her. In one of the crew rooms, she gave us a miniature lecture, asking us not to be surprised and to try to ignore the weirdness of some of the mutants. Otherwise we'd make a bad impression.

After that, we met up with a group of six girls waiting nearby, who escorted us to the dining hall.

.....

We sat down at a separate table and started to eat, or maybe it was just me.

- You know, I used to think mutants were scary, but now my opinion has changed dramatically. - Really, Jude? In less than a day? Yeah, one's opinion is pretty fluid.

- I agree. I think people fear them because they're strong, not realising that their power can be for good. - or they could commit genocide, Arnold, though. This must be a sore subject for an Austrian.

- Why strength? Good? They could be just an equal part of our society. - Well, Sang-hyun, no, they can't. In a world with telepaths, there would be a million and one ways to use their powers, and most of them would be immoral at the very least, and there's no talk of equality before the law. How, to give an example, in the case of a telepath, to prove that a jury in a court of law rendered a verdict in his favour of their own free will, without the influence of a telepath - I can't find it in my heart.

- It is time for society to leave its prejudices behind. It would be sooner if such establishments began to open in Russia. - Sash, maybe it's better to give society time? You won't be loved by force, on the contrary. Let this generation of mutants and suffer, but the next will be better, and the next even better.... And everything happens at once only in fairy tales.

- I agree. - God, my mood is so fucked up, I want to challenge Ricardo's languour. Seriously, does the guy have bronchitis?!

- What do you think, Peter? - I don't think anything, Jude, I eat.

- That's good to hear. - allowing me to take my time chewing my food, came a serious voice.

- May I sit down? - one of the three women, apparently teachers, asked.

Briefly, one had strange sky-fi glasses, another was grey, well, and the third was...

- Hmm, fluffy. - I said as I chewed.

Abruptly, the canteen fell silent. The teachers, who had started eating, also froze with forks raised to their mouths. The boys stared at me.

- Hmm... The fur looks soft, isn't body hair usually stiff to the touch?

Now the canteen had become so quiet that my echo could be heard. The teachers dropped their forks. The boys, on the other hand, were writhing in a pleading grimace.

- Well. - the woman with blue fur and dark purple skin adjusted her glasses. - Like you said yourself, it's fur, not hair.

- Is there a difference?

- Ho-ho-ho, good question. Chemically, no, both are composed of keratin. However, fur grows thicker than normal hair, aiding thermoregulation and protection from rain; also the growth pattern is different: hair grows more, so to speak, independent, whereas fur grows to a certain length, stops, and then falls out when the season changes. - hmm, apparently she's one of those teachers who is best listened to with her mouth open and nodding.

- That was interesting, thank you. - Though this time I'm being sincere. After that, I picked up my tray and left, wishing the rest of you a good meal.

-In the shower-

There's an unspoken rule in the men's shower room - no staring at other men's dicks. Firstly, it's gay. Secondly, no one is immune to complexes. Thankfully, even I don't have to follow it today, because I finished my breakfast much earlier than the others and I'm all alone in the shower room.

- I wonder if they've even started? - After a prolonged yawn, I finally stepped under the shower.

The water was set up perfectly, I don't know how I do it every time, maybe some of my skills are kicking in? Though it did give me a nasty habit of getting into the bath or shower without checking first.

- Oh, good morning. - came someone's voice a few spans away from me.

Because of the noise of the water, I didn't realise who was speaking, but if I think logically, Sang-hyun usually doesn't eat breakfast well, so....

- Why are you so modest? Back rub-

*Slap*

Before I turned off the water to reply something and before apparently not Sang-hyun had time to say anything....

- Ouch. - The towel slammed into my left bun. My hand was obviously heavy, and I turned on the spot out of inertia. - Caco.

- Pussy. - interrupted my question, dumbfounded, naked, athletic brunette with wet short hair and, I'm sure, with a stern look, only problem is that its trajectory does not allow you to draw conclusions.

- Mm-hmm. And you're breaking the cardinal unspoken rule of men's showers, so.... Shame on you. - I've never really thought about what the punishment is for breaking the unspoken rules of men's showers.

Anyway, the soap is foaming and my body is dirtier than ever, so I won't get distracted.

- ....

The main thing when washing is to thoroughly scrub every nook and cranny. You don't want to rub too hard or your skin will peel. Or so they say.

- ...

Hmm. I'm starting to feel a little embarrassed. I can't seem to get my mind off it at all.

- Erm...

- ...

- So, that's-- - but what is it? Yell at her? Yell at her? Tell her to go fuck herself? Why do people always make trouble for me? Can't they just leave me alone and mind their own business?! They just keep coming and coming! Instead of bothering me to help--

Right, last night's meeting with the neighbour. God, what a nice person, despite her scary face, her kindness still warms my heart. Ahh, maybe I should be a little kinder too.

- Okay, thanks for the offer, I appreciate the help. - I handed the flannel into the hands of the girl with a downcast look.

- А?.. - she finally looked up slowly. Yes, the slit of her eyes really hints at sternness. - HUH?!!!

.....

- You finally had breakfast? - on the way out of the shower, I said hi to the guys.

Turns out it takes a lot longer when you get your back rubbed. I guess it's the awkwardness, the fact that when you reach for it, you have to wiggle out of it and you don't try hard enough.

- Haaah. Haaah. - just why is my assistant breathing so harshly and clenching her fingers as if she's imagining something in them?

- Who's that? And more importantly, what's with her? - Sang-hyun and everyone else apparently ate well this time, good for him.

- I don't know, voyeur? - The guys took a couple of steps away from her in the blink of an eye, clutching their towels.

- What!!!" she shrieked dumbfoundedly and shifted her gaze in their direction, the severity of which made them take a couple more steps, crashing into the wall. - Kham! Young people, I'm sorry to startle you. I'm a teacher at this school, Lancea, but everyone calls me Wolverine.

Suddenly, she can talk clearly. I'd almost forgotten she had that skill.

- Ahem! And before you, young man, I'd like to-- - She finally turned to face me, and then her gaze slowly drifted downwards again. - ...

- Don't worry, she may not be much of an orator, but she does a pretty good job of rubbing your back.

- HUH?! - The guys decided to disregard hygiene today and went away.

....

- Seriously, I am truly sorry for what happened. I behaved in a vulgar, immoral and disrespectful manner towards your person. So please accept my sincere apologies.

- That's all well and good, but why are you talking to me with your back turned?

- ...For no particular reason.

- You don't want to repeat the mistakes of the past?

- No comment.

Well, it may have been awkward, but it ended well. Wolverine doesn't strike me as a bad person, so it's probably just an accident and not a very appropriate reaction. And I can't blame her for that.

- K-Kst-Kham! - a few metres away, she struck up a conversation. - By the way, kid, you're not very well-mannered, are you?

- Why?

- Well.... - In a jovial manner, she put her elbow on my arm and put her finger up. Still she walked ahead of me and didn't turn round. - By the rules of decorum, you should have offered to rub my back in return for my kindness.

- I think that might have caused problems.

- Oh, yeah? And what kind of trouble could be bigger than decency? - she asked teasingly, not really expecting an answer.

- Well you have quite a nice body... - Wolverine turned her head for a second, then drew it back sharply, avoiding the meeting of eyes. - So I would definitely get a hard-on, and I didn't want to make the situation even more awkward.

Suddenly, she froze in place. I walked past it, not paying attention as I remembered.

- And yes, if anything, the water in the shower was cold, ice cold. - Like I said, nobody's immune to complexes.

Anyway, I'm off to the common room for the filming of episode two.