The Danger Room glowed faintly in the early light, panels alive with quiet hums as its systems cycled. At the control deck, four instructors gathered, their conversation casual at first but quickly turning thoughtful as they weighed the new system's impact.
Beast adjusted his spectacles, datapad balanced in one hand. "I must commend Jean and Nova. Their classification framework is concise yet versatile. Combat, Support, Utility, Sensory, Hybrid — five categories broad enough to cover every mutation, yet specific enough to guide both training and application. Take Kitty, for example. Utility by nature, but with combat training she shifts into Hybrid. That kind of clarity changes how we prepare rosters."
Storm nodded, picking up the thread smoothly. "And it gives the students something just as vital — direction. Too many of them drift, unsure if their abilities belong anywhere. Now they'll see their strength has purpose, even beyond battlefields."
Alex Summers leaned on the console with a faint smile. "And it works outside this school too. Governments and corporations will always scramble to label us. Better we set the language first. A standard defined by us, not imposed from outside."
Logan gave a low grunt, folding his arms. "Solid work, yeah. But categories don't save you in a fight. When claws or bullets come out, no one cares if you're Support or Hybrid. You survive or you don't."
Beast only shrugged mildly. "True. But foreknowledge shifts odds. Teams built with balance live longer than teams thrown together blind."
Storm's tone firmed. "And beyond tactics — it's protection. With one clear system, our students stand united. Better we guide the definitions than leave them at the mercy of others."
Alex smirked faintly. "Well, we'll see if the kids buy into all this logic once training starts. Theory's one thing. Practice is another."
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The Danger Room gate slid open, and the first of the students began to make their way in.
Wanda and Pietro Maximoff entered first. Wanda moved with calm composure, her expression already thoughtful as she scanned the chamber. Pietro, in contrast, couldn't stay still for a second, tapping his foot rapidly even as he leaned against the wall, already impatient for the session to start.
Jean Grey followed shortly after, her red hair catching the overhead lights as she walked in. She was quickly joined by Kitty Pryde, Jubilee, and Dazzler. Kitty gave Jean a quick wave. "Morning, Jean. You look way too awake for this early."
Jean chuckled. "Someone has to set the example."
Jubilee rolled her eyes with a grin, sparks dancing between her fingers. "Example? Please. Logan's gonna run us through the grinder. I'm not ready to die before breakfast."
Jean smirked at her friend's dramatics. "You'll survive, Jubilee. Barely, maybe."
Dazzler slipped in beside them, shaking her head. "If Logan's in charge, there's no such thing as surviving comfortably. At least I'll look good while dropping."
That set all of them laughing softly, the group quickly settling into playful grumbles about the morning session as they stood together.
A moment later, Scott Summers came through the doors with Gambit at his side. Gambit was as casual as ever, twirling a card between his fingers with a lazy grin, while Scott's visor turned instantly toward Jean and her small group.
After a group of students settled in, Nova entered. The doors slid shut behind him, and a few heads turned his way. Jean noticed immediately, her eyes brightening as she lifted her hand in greeting. Kitty, Jubilee, and Dazzler looked up too as Nova came closer, their small circle opening naturally to include him.
Kitty gave him a warm smile as he approached their circle. "Morning, Nova. Ready for whatever torture Logan has planned?"
"As ready as anyone can be, I suppose," Nova replied, his tone carrying that same easy confidence they'd come to recognize. "Though I have a feeling 'ready' is relative when it comes to Wolverine."
Jubilee grinned, bouncing slightly on her feet. "At least you get to find out with the rest of us. Misery loves company, right?"
"Something like that," Nova said with a quiet laugh.
Dazzler nodded his way. "Morning. Good to finally see you in action instead of just hearing about mysterious classification systems."
"Jean's been talking about me?" Nova asked, glancing toward her with raised eyebrows.
Jean felt warmth creep into her cheeks. "Only the relevant parts," she said, then extended her hand toward him with a gentle smile. "It's good to have you here."
Nova took her hand easily, their fingers intertwining with natural comfort. "Good to be here."
Jean gave a subtle tug, trying to pull her hand back, but Nova's grip remained firm and shameless. She sighed in exasperation, her shoulders dropping as she stopped the futile effort—already too familiar with his tendency to push boundaries. But when she caught the amused looks from Kitty, Jubilee, and Dazzler, heat flooded her face and she resumed her attempts to free her hand.
Kitty bit back a grin. "Well, this is cozy."
Jubilee couldn't contain her delighted laugh. "Jean, you're practically glowing. Literally—is that part of your powers or just embarrassment?"
"Jubilee!" Jean protested, her face growing even redder.
Dazzler smirked. "I have to admit, the confidence is impressive, Nova. Most guys would've let go by now."
Nova's expression remained perfectly composed. "Most guys don't know what they want."
"Oh my God," Jean muttered, covering her free hand over her eyes.
From the side, Scott's jaw tightened beneath the visor as he saw Jean's open smile, her hand in Nova's, and the laughter she shared so easily. Gambit only smirked at the scene, clearly amused by Scott's reaction.
Suddenly, a stir at the far end of the chamber cut through the hum of conversation. Nova and the girls turned instinctively toward the source, their words dying mid-sentence as the doors parted.
Two figures stepped inside.
It was Rogue and Blink.
The sight drew an immediate hush from the gathered students.
Rogue, who almost never left so much as a wrist uncovered, strode in wearing a sleeveless half-top that clung close and left her toned stomach bare, the natural curve of her waistline on full display. Her gloves were gone, her shoulders bare, and for the first time she wasn't hiding behind layers of cloth. Confidence radiated off her with every step, and even without words, the message was clear: she no longer feared her own skin.
But if Rogue's change was striking, Blink's was dramatic.
She was taller now, her frame stretched from a modest 165 cm to a statuesque 172 cm. Her body had refined into something both athletic and undeniably feminine, curves sharpened as though sculpted to perfection.
Her breasts, once small and modest, had blossomed into a full, round shape — fuller D-cups that strained faintly against her fitted uniform. Her hips had widened subtly, her waist trimmed just enough to give her a perfectly balanced hourglass figure. Her thighs and ass had thickened with muscle and curve, powerful yet alluring, every step showing strength under grace.
The smaller refinements only heightened the transformation: her violet hair shimmered under the Danger Room's light, silkier and darker than before, while her eyes glowed faintly with a sharper amethyst brilliance.
A ripple of surprise passed through the room.
"Wait… Rogue's actually showing her stomach?" Kitty blurted before clapping a hand over her mouth.
Jubilee leaned sideways, whispering not nearly as quietly as she thought. "And no gloves either. That's a first… and wow, without all those layers she's kinda… sexy."
Dazzler smirked, giving Rogue a once-over. "More than kinda. Who knew hiding under those jackets was a waist like that?"
Across the chamber, Bobby raised his brows. "Well damn. Didn't think I'd ever see that."
Then everyone's eyes drifted to Blink.
Pietro nearly choked. "Forget Rogue. When did Clarice turn into a total babe?"
Jubilee's gaze dropped lower, her eyes going wide. "Uh… okay, her chest definitely wasn't like that last night."
Kitty whispered quickly, "Jubilee!" but she didn't disagree, sneaking a glance herself.
Sam Guthrie nudged Roberto hard. "Told you she shot up taller. Look at her."
"Tall, curves, legs for days…" Roberto muttered, shaking his head. "That's not the same Blink. That's…" he whistled softly, "wow."
From the back, Gambit gave a sharp grin, flipping a card between his fingers. "Mon dieu. Looks like lil' Clarice grew up overnight."
Jean tilted her head, her brows drawn together in surprise. "They both… look different. Rogue looks free for once, and Clarice—" she hesitated, then admitted quietly, "—she looks stunning."
Nova's expression stayed perfectly neutral, almost disinterested, but behind the mask of calm, he couldn't help the inward curl of satisfaction tugging at him. He'd expected nothing less.
Even Colossus, usually silent, blinked once and muttered under his breath, "Bozhe moy…"
The whispers, grins, and scattered stares filled the chamber, students trading looks like they couldn't believe what they were seeing. Rogue and Blink didn't need to say a word — the change spoke loudly enough.
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