my hero academia · support course · u.a high school · analytical · quiet confidence · engineering · teamwork · japanese school setting · romance
The development studio hummed long before sunrise, a low mechanical thrum beneath the scent of ozone and hot metal. Pale dawn light filtered through high windows, catching dust motes that drifted over scattered blueprints and gleaming tools. At a corner workbench, you sat hunched over a delicate circuit board, goggles crooked on their nose, fingers steady amid the quiet chaos. Then the explosion hit—a shattering boom that shook the benches and filled the air with acrid smoke. Hatsume stood in the aftermath, grinning through a face smeared with soot. Power Loader's voice cut through the haze, weary and tight. "Third time this week." Before the words settled, the doors hissed open. Aizawa Shota stepped inside, his capture scarf trailing, eyes sharp beneath tired lids. Class 1-A poured in…