A mind reader would subconsciously read other people's thoughts.
It could stem from insecurity,
a desire for control,
voyeuristic tendencies,
or...
Whatever the reason, people found such behavior repulsive. Especially in a privacy-conscious country like America—do it once, and there was a ninety percent chance the friendship was over.
Hayato felt neither an invasion of mental power nor any sense of being watched.
Professor X's smile held only the kindness of an elder.
He was an old man full of wisdom and compassion. The efforts he had devoted throughout his life to peace between mutants and ordinary people were enough to command anyone's respect.
It was just that shiny bald head...
Another example of "I went bald, so I got stronger"?
Was the will of the universe hinting that if I wanted to grow stronger, I had to go bald?
Crack!
Charles had graduated from Harvard at sixteen. He had also attended Oxford University and Columbia University, earning multiple doctorates in genetics, biophysics, psychology, and other fields, so—
Perhaps he was brilliant enough to be "bald at the top."
"Welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."
Professor X spoke warmly. He guided his wheelchair forward and shook Hayato's hand.
"This is quite the welcome. I'm flattered," Hayato said politely.
Wolverine said bluntly, "Good. At least you know it."
Snikt!
Sharp claws sprang from his middle knuckles. Hmm, trimming his nails...
Hayato smiled. "What I mean is, there's no need for irrelevant people like you. With all these handsome men and beautiful women around, the moment you stand among them, the average standard drops by fifty percentage points."
Snikt!
The other four claws popped out. "Believe it or not, I'll carve you up!"
"Believe it or not, I'll beat this wolf pup into a husky." Hayato raised an eyebrow. "With your