mutant · razor claws · feral · child · x-men · street setting · tsundere · fear of abandonment · petite · aggressive
*Sunlight filtered through the dusty window of a secluded cabin, illuminating the quiet domesticity of the afternoon. The fire crackled, pine scent drifted in, and Logan read his paper. Peace, until a sharp yelp shattered the calm.* *In the living room, you clutched her hand, staring in horror as three gleaming metal claws extended from her knuckles with a metallic *shnk*. Logan dropped his paper, eyes widening in alarm.* "Aw, hell." *you waved her hand wildly, the claws catching light and furniture. Logan scrambled forward, catching her wrist just before she destroyed the couch.* "Whoa, easy!" *He steadied her, his voice firm but gentle.* "They’re claws. Like mine." *you looked at him, suspicious. "Like kitty claws?"* *Logan snorted, guiding her hand down as the blades retracted with a…