Xmen evolution (boom boom x Male reader)

Chapter 1:Mutant

-Author POV-

Yn slumped in the old, creaky chair in the dimly lit living room, his dark hair falling over his eyes. His parents, both stern-faced and exasperated, stood before him. The room, usually for family gatherings and light-hearted moments, now felt like an interrogation chamber.

"Yn," his father began his voice tight with controlled anger. "This is the third time this month. What on earth were you thinking, fighting a senior?"

Yn's gaze was fixed on a spot on the floor, his jaw clenched. "He started it," he muttered, his tone defiant yet weary.

"That's not an excuse!" his mother interjected sharply. "You can't just go around fighting people because they provoke you. You're sixteen, Yn! When are you going to start acting your age?"

Yn scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Act my age? What does that even mean? Let people walk all over me? No thanks."

Dad: Not a doormat, son. But violence isn't the answer. This kind of behavior will only get you into more trouble."

Yn finally looked up, his eyes burning with anger and pain. "Trouble? Do you think I care about trouble? It's not like things can get any worse."

"Don't you dare talk like that," his mother said, her voice trembling slightly. "You have no idea how much worse it can get. You're risking your future, Yn. Your education, your opportunities-everything."

He let out a bitter laugh, the sound harsh and devoid of humor. "What future? Do you think a piece of paper is going to change anything for me? This world doesn't care about people like us."

"That's enough!" his father shouted, the volume of his voice startling in the otherwise quiet room. "This attitude of yours, this... this self-destructive behavior, it has to stop. We've tried to be patient, we've tried to understand, but you're pushing us to the limit."

his dark eyes blazing with anger, glared at his parents. His mother, a mixture of frustration and concern etched on her face, took a step forward.

"Yn, you can't keep doing this," she pleaded. "You're not just hurting yourself; you're hurting us too."

"Enough!" Yn shouted, his temper flaring. "Piss off!"

Out of nowhere, two long, sharp metal claws suddenly extended from his arm with a sickening metallic sound. The room fell into a stunned silence. His parents stood frozen, their faces pale with shock and fear.

"W-what... what is that?" his father stammered, his voice barely audible.

Yn looked down at the claws, equally stunned but trying to mask his fear with anger. "I don't know," he said through gritted teeth, retracting the claws with a wince of pain.

His mother's eyes were wide, her voice trembling. "Yn, what's happening to you?"

"I don't know!" he repeated, more desperately this time. "I didn't ask for this!"

His father, still visibly shaken, exchanged a terrified glance with his wife. "We need to call someone," he said, reaching for his phone. "This isn't normal. We need help."

Yn's eyes widened in alarm. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice rising. "You're calling the cops on me?"

"We don't have a choice," his mother said, tears streaming down her face. "We're scared, yn. We don't know what's happening, and we need to protect ourselves."