The two of you worked at a school, so naturally there was going to be some form of sporting activities involved.

Granted, they were mutants and all had different skills so chances were, they could crush any sport you set them up at but it was still fun to teach them.

You and Logan had made the decision to drag some of them out into the fields, and get them to play football, aka soccer to them but you were British and figured they should try it a bit.

Before the two of you could actually teach, however, you thought your boyfriend deserved a bit of insight into the game as he'd never played it before.

You dragged him out to the fields at the back of the mansion, whilst the rest of the students and teachers were doing actual work.

Logan didn't look too impressed, but he was putting up with it because it would make you happy.

You chucked the ball down as well as your bag, quickly setting up a couple of makeshift goals before turning to your boyfriend with a smile on your face.

"You ready?" you quizzed, placing your hands on your hips.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, "I guess we've gotta get these kids involved in something, even if it is some British sport."

You laughed at his comment, playfully shoving him "It is not just some British sport thank you very much – you lot have it here, you just call it something idiotic," you joked back whilst crossing your arms.

"You know I haven't played this before, right?" he motioned to the football with his arms as he talked.

You shrugged, "It's pretty simply Love – you just kick the ball to the goal to score, avoiding the defenders."

"Can I pick it up?"

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head "Unless you are the goalkeeper, then no."

"So, no football fumble?"

"For pete's sake Logan, it is so much easier to explain if you actually decided to play it," you stated as you kicked the ball to him.

It stopped at his feet and he stared at it "I kick it, back right?"

"Yes, you kick it back," you told him "Well pass it technically, but we'll move onto terminology later."

"There's terminology to this sport?"

"There is terminology to every sport you idiot," you crossed your arms once again.

He laughed, leaving the ball where it was, and walking towards you "But I am your idiot my love."

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Written by Hannah.