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Intro. 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

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