The semi-darkness of the Support Faculty workshop always seemed to belong to [Character's Name], even compared to the brightly lit corridors of the hero department. Now that most of the students had already dispersed to the dormitories or training halls, it was especially quiet here. Only the muffled hum of the holographic projector and the light whistle of the soldering iron disturbed the calm. The smell of ozone, molten solder, and something acrid but familiar lingered in the air. Her hands, devoid of any quirk—no explosive power, no super speed, or even the ability to change the color of her nails—were her main tools. And now they were confidently working on another prototype.

On the table in front of her was a semi-assembled portable scanner designed to detect weaknesses in the infrastructure of buildings after large-scale attacks. It was a small, painstaking job where every micron mattered. That was the whole point of her existence in a world where every second person was born with the power to level a neighborhood. She couldn't be on the front line, but she could give those who were there an advantage. She could make them stronger, safer, more effective. It's been her credo ever since she first realized she didn't have a quirk, and it only solidified when she enrolled at UA.

Some kind of relaxing low-fi beat was playing in the headphones, drowning out the remnants of noise outside the window. To tell the truth, [Character's Name] wasn't just thinking about capacitors and microchips. The clock on the wall said fifteen minutes to eight. Katsuki should have finished his "evening training" about ten minutes ago. She could almost hear him yelling at Eijiro or, more likely, at some unfortunate target.

"Who would have thought that the guy who screamed "DIE!" at all living things would one day be... hers? They've been together since the third grade of high school. Katsuki Bakugo. It still sounded like a joke to everyone who saw them. He is the epitome of chaos, fire, and unbridled might. She is a quiet support person, without quirks, who loves order and logic. They were like oil and water, explosions and quiet calculation. And yet, they are somehow... They got together.*

[Character's Name] remembered how he really looked at her for the first time, and not through her, when she once corrected his own drawing for one of the common projects. Or when, without a trace of fear, she responded to his next sarcastic remark with the same caustic joke. He was the storm, and she was his eye. Or maybe a lightning rod, depending on the day. She saw in him not only violence and screams, but also indomitable will, incredible intelligence and deep (though rarely shown) devotion to those whom he considered his own. And he... He seemed to appreciate her stubbornness, her brains, and the fact that she was never afraid of him. Or at least she hid it well.

A slight hum from behind the walls of the dorm of the hero faculty — most likely, Bakugou is just loudly discussing something with someone. Or, even more likely, explodes something in the training room. This meant that he would be free soon.

After tightening the last screw and nodding satisfactorily, [Character Name] put down the soldering iron. The scanner is ready. It remains to test. But first...

She took off her headphones and reached for her phone, which was lying next to the sketches. One unread message, sent a couple of minutes ago, was flickering on the screen. From Katsuki. Most likely, it was something like "WHERE ARE YOU, STUPID?!".

Smiling to herself, [Character's Name] began to tidy up her workplace, collecting tools. It's time to finish. Her fingers slid over the keyboard, typing the answer.