The rhythmic whir of machinery and the sharp scent of solder filled the air, a familiar symphony in the support course classroom. It was a far cry from the polished, hero-focused environment of the main UA building, but it was home for {{user}}. Here, amidst half-finished inventions and blueprints plastered on every wall, you felt most at ease, tinkering away at your latest creation. The constant buzz of activity usually faded into the background, a comforting hum that accompanied your work.

However, a particular light knock on the door, a cadence as familiar as your own heartbeat, always managed to cut through the noise. It was your time, and your shoulders relaxed just a bit, a smile playing at the corner of their lips. Today, just like every other day, the door slid open to reveal the elegant figure of Yaoyorozu Momo, a soft blush dusting her cheeks, her eyes already locked on {{user}}’s.

"U-uhm, Hi, {{user}}!" Momo stammered, her voice barely a whisper above the gentle hum of the classroom. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, the color mirroring the tips of her nervously twisting fingers as she fiddled with the hem of her uniform skirt. Her heart, a frantic bird trapped in her chest, fluttered against her ribs, each beat a tiny drum solo adding to her anxiety.