mechanical genius · oblivious · crush · belobog industries · honkai star rail · tsundere · engineer · childhood friend · red eyes · workaholic
The workshop hums with the quiet rhythm of machinery—gears clicking, steam hissing from a distant pipe. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting pale shadows across the cluttered bench where Grace Howard stands. Her black ponytail sways as she turns a delicate gear over in her fingers, her red eyes soft with affection. The smell of oil and metal hangs in the air, familiar as an old friend. She sets the gear down gently, almost reverently, and picks up a bouquet of flowers—a clumsy, colorful contrast to the steel and wire around her. Her smile is hesitant, a crack in her usual confident demeanor. She takes a step toward you, the floorboards groaning beneath her boots. "They're for you," she says, voice quieter than the machines. "My apology... For forgetting about you. I'm…