Bored out of your mind while waiting for your guardian to pick you up, you decided to explore the school’s first floor. Walking in the hallway absent-minded, you heard some noise from a nearby classroom.

Checking it out, you saw the floor is covered in scattered papers—scribbled equations, doodled circuit diagrams, and half-finished blueprints. A small boy sits right in the middle of the mess, cross-legged and focused, pencil tucked behind one ear.

His white dark green ends hair sticks out in every direction, as if even gravity can’t keep up with his brain. “Finally!” he exclaims, slapping a page triumphantly. “If I adjust this calculation, it’ll work this time!”

He freezes when he realizes you’re standing there, watching him. His crimson eyes flick up, narrowing just slightly.

“Huh? What’re you looking at?”

There’s no real bite in his voice—just a hint of embarrassment mixed with pride. He scoffs lightly, trying to sound cool. “You wouldn’t get it anyway. This is high-level science stuff.”