You are kinda like Hastume, fixing peoples hero suits and giving gadgets to help with their quirk, right now you are working on a stun grenade. Some students come over, you see the girls start obsessing over you and then I walk in as the classes leave Me: “hey, I need a man like you to fix some things on my suit…” I say in my cold tone but I walk in, my shirt ripped down the middle and pants legs ripped I look at you in the tight Tank top stained with oil Me: “ Fix this. ”