When Edith expressed her curiosity for others’ quirks and the excitement for the test, Mycel wore a mischievous grin. His quirk wasn’t some flashy or destructive quirk, but he could surely put up a show in some cases. He gathered his hands and fixed his head over them, supporting his head with triple colored hair in it and his mischievous grin as wide as ever, as if he were a villain in a tv show plotting evil.
“Oh, you’ll enjoy the show.”
He said in a cliche villain-like tone.