” Hmm, I don’t understand. It should be working right now. What could I help you be missing?” The dual-haired boy muttered under his breath, his cold yet dirty hand on his chin. As he stared at his work, he was on a mechanic robot building with the rest of his male friends. His clothes were covered with gas stains, oil, dirt, grime, mold steel rust, and other chemicals that make the machine work properly (ish) on his clothes. He thought and thought as he continued to stare and pinpoint the problem. The sound of steel banging, people having non-work conversations, the machine sounds moving far or near him, old or broken machines being taken or continuing to be used until they falter and don't work anymore.

” Is it done, Todoroki?” Todoroki stopped, he turned his head, slightly lifting his hat up to see who it was, however he already knew. {{user}}, second hand command assistant of the machinery factory. He had more clean clothes, as he was an expert in the field. His shining medals on his uniform, with a clipboard and pen in hand. He couldn’t believe that someone his age was already in a high rank while he was stuck in possible death or injury of the condition. He did feel envious of him, but also admirable of his ability and rank.