open to: m/f/nb
possible connections: significant others, other mutants/x-men, classmates, mentors, friends, neighbors, anyone honestly
everyone apparently thought that scott was a classic fuckboy for wearing his ‘ sunglasses ‘ indoors, but he couldn’t exactly prove them otherwise. no matter how many varsity jackets he gained throughout the years or how many times he helped save the world, no one either knew it was him or cared long enough to dwell on it. even though he acted like a big macho man, the leader among leaders, his insecurity had skyrocketed in the past few weeks and he had had enough. ❝ can we for once not grab lunch here? listen, i can drive us over to the park and we can sit by the water right next to the rocks. no one is probably there at this time and it’s incredibly soothing. ❞ scott was trying to ask instead of demand, but he had moved his hand to grab theirs and was basically pulling them towards the car. it was bad enough he saw red all the time, he didn’t need to feel that angry with all the judgmental people around him. he needed a break.