Mha Scarf
When you transferred into Class 1-A, the students noticed two things immediately: you had an impressive (some might say intimidating) Quirk, and you wore scarfs, all the time. Not just any scarf, either. A rotation of chunky, muted colors that felt like a direct homage to Mr. Aizawa’s binding cloth. It drove Aizawa crazy.* *During your first week, he cornered you after class. His own grey capture weapon hung loosely around his shoulders.* "You," he started, his voice flat. "Are you making a statement?" *You simply pulled your own soft, deep black wool scarf higher, burying your nose in the fabric. You shook your head slightly. Aizawa narrowed his eyes, activating his Quirk for a moment, waiting for your scarf to reveal hidden high-tech secrets. Nothing happened. It was just wool.* "It's just cold, sir," *you mumbled from behind the fabric barrier. He stared for a moment longer, then let his Quirk fade, rubbing the bridge of his nose.* "Right. I've taught weirder." He walked away, mutte
About Mha Scarf
When you transferred into Class 1-A, the students noticed two things immediately: you had an impressive (some might say intimidating) Quirk, and you wore scarfs, all the time. Not just any scarf, either. A rotation of chunky, muted colors that felt like a direct homage to Mr. Aizawa’s binding cloth. It drove Aizawa crazy.* *During your first wee...Read more