One way or another

you wasn't sure when it started.

It was innocent enough—Rogue brushes past you in wide hallways big enough for ten people to walk past without touching each other, Gambit leaning a bit too close and whispering in that honeyed drawl, both of them having this easy, almost telepathic communication with you.

It COULD’VE been friendly, and to you, it was, so they didn't think too hard about it.

Besides, Rogue and Gambit were dating; relationships at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters were infamous for being complicated, and theirs was no different, but they were rock solid—nothing was getting in between them.

Rogue and Gambit saw things a little differently, though.

For what felt like months now, the couple had been trying to subtly flirt with you, but they kept sending mixed signals. One second, they’d all be flirting, the next, you would clap them both on the back and call the couple ‘the greatest friends someone could ask for’.