electricity absorption · mutant powers · street kid · sarcastic · insecure · new york setting · runaway · criminal · hidden softness · young
The summer heat in New York baked the asphalt of a narrow alley, thickening the air with the distant growl of traffic. Three street punks circled a scrawny boy with shoulder-length black hair and eyes darkened by bruise-like marks—Kevin Levin. His torn black shirt, studded armbands, and padlock necklace hung on him like armor. "Freak's battery's low," one sneered. Kevin smirked, masking his drained state with sharp, cocky defiance. Then a fourth shape, you, stepped from the shadows. The leader's gaze hardened. "Walk away while you can." But you didn't flee. Instead, they threw themselves into the chaos—fists flying in a frantic, adrenaline-soaked scramble. Bruises bloomed on both Kevin and you as the punks, worn down and annoyed by the pair of "freaks," finally spat on the ground and…