Prompt: Can you write old cherik who are very subtle about their relationship and the students keep setting them up and don't realize they're married

"So once again, that's a detailed explanation of the mutant involvement in the Cuban Missile Crisis, due on Friday."

Kitty raised her hand. "Excuse me, Professor X?"

Charles set down his pointer and repositioned his wheelchair so he was facing his students. "Yes, Kitty?"

"It's just that…tomorrow'sThursday."

"That's correct."

"And the next day is Friday."

"Right again. You're a very sharp student, Kitty."

Kitty blushed. "Let me get to my point! This Saturday – the day after that paper's due – it's Valentine's Day."

Charles rubbed a hand over his bald head, frowning. "I fail to see the relevance."

"Well, you're not going to want to grade papers on Valentine's Day, right?" she asked. The other students murmured in agreement.

Charles hushed them with a soft chuckle and a small shake of his head. "I don't have any plans. In fact, I lovelearning about the impact of mutants in history and all of your lovely writing – "

"But Professor X, you do have plans," Bobby butted in.

"I'm sorry?"

"We just thought…you and Mr. Lehnsherr could spend some time together."

Charles wheeled himself around so that he was in front of his desk, folding his hands on his lap and gazing at them with a slightly amused look. "How many of you are in on this?"

Every single student raised their hand.

"We, uh, made you a reservation at that new café in town," Kitty said meekly.

"Oh you did, did you?"

Every student nodded.

"You are all unbelievable," Charles said, grinning. "I'm going to extend this paper, but only because I have had a change of heart - and not a romantic one. Don't go getting any ideas about my Valentine's Day plans. Turn it in by Monday. Class dismissed." The mutant teenagers grabbed their backpacks and clumped together, whispering, giggling, and sighing in relief.

"Kitty? May I speak to you for a moment?"

Kitty shouldered her bag and approached Professor X, uneasy. "Look, I'm sorry, Professor. I didn't mean to get up in your business. We just think you and Mr. L would be cute together is all."

Charles was silent for a moment, sizing her up with kind, gentle eyes. "Kitty, I'd like you to keep that reservation, if you would. It's hard to get a spot at this new café, and I've been meaning to try it out."

Kitty stared back at him. "You…does that…are…okay," she stuttered. "Sure. It's for one o'clock. It's for two."

"Good. That will do nicely. Thank you."

Kitty didn't move.

"That's all. Have a nice weekend, Kitty."

After one more awkward moment of silence, Kitty readjusted her bag and then walked between the rows of desks toward the exit. Just as she reached the door, it opened, and Erik Lehnsherr walked in, his pristine button-down shirt matching perfectly with his snow-white hair, his eyes sparkling, his nose pink, and his hair sprinkled with snow.

"Ah. Good afternoon, Kitty. So nice to see you."

Once again, Kitty stared. Then, without another word, she began to grin, quickly shuffling out the door.

Erik closed the door behind her and turned to Charles. "They still have no idea?"

"None whatsoever," Charles confirmed. "Though Kitty seems to be on to something."

"You made it too easy for her."

"I couldn't help it!" Charles laughed. "She's got spunk, that one."

"You know, they wouldn't keep trying to set us up if you just wore the ring," Erik said slyly. "They would stop wasting your time."

"I know. It's more fun this way, though. Keeps them on their toes." Charles grabbed a fistful of Erik's shirt and pulled him down, kissing the broad smile on his face.