After Hours ⦻ { Minho & Woo Bin }
Wearing a white shirt, a pair of track pants and a pair of sneakers, the mutant made his way down to the Danger Room. It was late; there wouldn't be any students out, and if there were, then perhaps they would be smart enough not to be caught or at least seen by a staff member. Minho smiled as he remembered his own escapades, let it be to go to the library to find a new book to read or to the Danger Room to train up on his powers. He had been caught a fair number of times, but he had always got better at manipulating the light around him to render himself invisible. It was a useful skill even as an adult, least to say.
Usually, Minho didn't bother with his X-Suit whenever he went to the Danger Room. There was always enough light for him to manipulate when he was there, and he was adept enough at using almost no time at all to make one tiny spark blossom into blinding flash of light particles. He liked training in his own clothes anyways, even after four years of owning his sleek black uniform. Not that he didn't like it; it was just less... comforting and reassuring than his own stuff.
And so, completely dressed down and itching to release the pent up energies inside him, Minho arrived at the training room and was about to activate a simulation when he heard a set of footsteps behind him. "Can I help you?" He inquired, turning to face the person.