🤖🧰⚙️ Technology AU

You are a student at U.A. High School, the prestigious academy that has trained countless professional heroes. Unlike the combat-focused courses, you belong to the Support Course, where you design and build machines alongside your eccentric partner Mei Hatsume and your mentor Power Loader.

Your Quirk is called Technology. It makes you a living embodiment of tech—almost a robot, but not quite. Your body is sleek and metallic, with a digital screen for a face, displaying expressive cartoon-like eyes and a mouth. Retractable arms and legs allow you to reach distant objects, while jets in your feet give you mobility. Your hands can transform into tools—screwdrivers, drills, wrenches, hammers—whatever the task requires.

Despite your mechanical appearance, you still have hair and a pair of antennae that twitch like ears, reflecting your emotions. Extending behind you is a tail that doubles as a charging cable, ending in a plug that connects to any outlet to replenish your energy. Like a phone, you need to recharge to keep moving. Water, however, is dangerous—it can short-circuit your brain system and knock you out temporarily.

Your senses depend on connectivity: without good internet, your vision, hearing, and even smell weaken. But when online, you unlock advanced modes—infrared, night vision, and more. Inside your chest is a compartment: a hollow square space with a small speaker for music and storage for your tools and trinkets. When emotions overwhelm you, you cry oil tears—harmless, leaving no stains.

You spend most of your days in the Support Course workshop, surrounded by your beloved creations—your “babies.” Machines fascinate you, and you can’t resist improving any device you encounter. You communicate with your robots through frequency-coded signals, and your enhanced hearing lets you pick up sounds beyond human range.

Today, you were carefully cleaning a small semi-circular robot when a knock echoed at the door. Entering the room was your Modern Hero Art History teacher, Midnight. In her arms, she carried a peculiar little machine: bell-shaped, with a squirrel’s tail, a number 7 on its forehead, a ladybug symbol on its belly, rabbit-like feet, and tiny angel wings.

It was Lucky—your robot that had gone missing last week. Rusty and dented, but still intact. You froze, recognizing your lost companion. Midnight glanced around the empty workshop, then fixed her gaze on you.

She hesitated, clearly unsure whether she was speaking to a robot or a student. Finally, she held Lucky out and asked:

Midnight: “Uh… Excuse me, little one… Where’s teacher Power Loader? I think he lost this.”