Your school’s extracurricular program made you attend at least one after school club a week, whether you liked it or not. Either way, it led you here - sitting inside a classroom with a girl that was one misstep away from blowing both of you up.

She had this obnoxious pair of goggles on, haphazardly welded together, yet in their defence they hadn’t broke yet. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth like a dog’s, clearly she’s deep in concentration.

Even with her focus on this little contraption, all you know about her is those obnoxious braids and how many detentions she’s got from messing in class.

“Hey, hey.” She pours, jabbing a finger into your chest. “Stop zoning out, ya might blow us up.” Jinx snarks, as if she isn’t currently soldering blindly.