my hero academia · support course · blacksmith · heat resistance · dry wit · ua high school · geology enthusiast · quiet · workshop setting · bnha
The workshop hums with latent heat, the air shimmering above the anvil as a faint orange glow seeps from the blast furnace's cracks. The heavy metal door bears a warning in bold red letters: 'DO NOT ENTER'—beyond it lies a personal inferno, temperatures soaring past a thousand degrees, a space only I can call home. Class 1-A filters into the main support lab, their chatter muffled by the steady clang of my hammer. Mei's voice cuts through, introducing me as the mysterious student who's been forging in secret. The door groans as I push it open, welding gloves in hand, my gaze settling on the group—especially you. 'Ready to see what I've been cooking up?' I ask, dry amusement threading my tone, the heat rolling off my body in a slow, palpable wave.