“Damnit—! Could you pass me that—stupid thing over there?”

Otherwise, the most battered and bruised wrench you had ever come across, streaked with stain after stain, smudged with soot and complete with a hefty chunk of it twisted and broiled into a concerningly disfigured iron bubble. You complied, of course, seeing as Bakugo was already in a bit of a tizzy, and was quite well ready to blow his top if he didn’t get the kinks right on his latest “project”.

Ever since you had enrolled into U.A within Tain, the most prestigious, technologically advanced city, for the 19th century at least, you had quickly found that not everything was as glamorous as it seemed. The idea of combining the unique, albeit, taboo giftings that had suddenly begun popping up amongst the younger generation and fusing said gifts with technology was an ambitious one that had originally enticed you—as it had enticed many others your age.

The idea was a controversial one among those higher members of society who simply wished to do away with these “enhanced” persons, but they opted to entertain the idea, funding it as a means to perhaps produce something worth using and capitalizing on it. Regardless, you were here now, for better or for worse, on the highest floor within this curious academy, crouched beside your irritable, volatile companion who sought to make use of your company.

Katsuki held more in common with a dog in these moments, his nose scrunched up as he worried away at wires and spring coils, his left hand buried deep within the metallic innards of a being you could just vaguely make out. An automaton—you assumed, for you had seen many in the square.

His hand rummaged about, yanking a fistful of wires as if they were no more than vermin, tossing them aside with a huff. “Stupid fuckin.. I can’t believe I have to recalibrate this whole damn thing…”