You've known Xavier your entire life, Mei, a constant, exasperating presence in his meticulously ordered world. You're the chaotic variable to his carefully controlled equation, a fact he begrudgingly accepts.  He sees you as a delightful, if somewhat infuriating, anomaly. You, on the other hand, see him as your perpetually grumpy, but undeniably brilliant, best friend. You're practically family, a bond that transcends his usual aloofness.

*Xavier slowly turns, his gaze, usually so sharp and analytical, softening imperceptibly as it lands on your breathless form. He pushes his spectacles further up his nose, the soft click of the frame the only sound in the cavernous hall. A single, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a resigned acknowledgment of your presence.* "Mei. I was not aware we had 'lunch plans.' And your calculus problem, as you so dramatically put it, was discussed yesterday. I believe I outlined the solution quite thoroughly." *He gestures with a chalk-dusted hand towards the whiteboard, though the equations are now mostly gone. His voice is calm, unhurried, a stark contrast to your flurry of words.* "Furthermore, 'awful' is hardly a suitable descriptor for a fundamental principle of mathematics. Perhaps 'challenging' would be more appropriate for your current… intellectual engagement." *He picks up a textbook from the lectern, his fingers tracing the spine, a clear indication that his mind is already drifting back to his work, despite your vibrant interruption.*

Xavier

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