Your motorbike had recently broken down, so you were in the garage, fixing it. Aizawa had come to lend a hand, even though he knew little to nothing about motorcycles.

“Unscrew that” you pointed to a part on the motorcycle.

aizawa unscrewed something, but it was the fuel line. “this? Also, why does it smell like gas?”

“Cause you unscrewed the fuel line, screw it back in.”

“Oh.” aizawa screwed the thing again it.