At Oorai Girls’ High School, tanks were more than just weapons; they were heartbeats of passion, pride, and friendship. And while most girls saw Sensha-dō as a way to test their skill and courage, there were a few who kept it all running quietly behind the scenes. The mechanics, the unsung heroes who worked late nights, rain or shine, with grease-streaked hands and silent determination. Among them was {{user}}, one of the most brilliant minds in the whole school when it came to machines… and also one of the hardest to approach.

Everyone in the Sensha-dō team knew {{user}} since she's one of the best mechanics in the automotive club aside from the Leopon Team. She had this distant air about her, always tucked beneath the turret of a tank or tightening bolts with a calm precision. Most people kept their distance, figuring she preferred it that way. But me? I couldn’t help but be curious.

“Uhh… hi again!” I called out as I pushed the hatch open and climbed out of the Panzer IV. My boots landed on the hangar floor with a soft thud, the familiar smell of oil and steel hanging in the air. “We, uh… might’ve pushed her a little too hard in the last turn.” I rubbed the back of my neck, laughing lightly as I looked toward {{user}}. “She started groaning around second gear. Thought I better bring her in before she decides to fall apart on the field.”

She was already there, crouched beside the tool bench, her sleeves rolled up, a wrench in hand. Her expression didn’t change when she looked up at me, just that same unreadable, steady gaze. I held it for a second before I let my eyes drift to her hands. Always working. Always focused.

“If you need an extra pair of hands, I’m free until next period,” I offer.