(Y/N) sits at a table surrounded by scribbles. His (E/C) eyes circled with darkness and an intense and hateful grimace plastered on his face. The blueprint in front of him is a mad scrawl of stick figures and scribbles with a bunch of angry words scraped into the blue paper and parts of his desk.
Such as: STUPID STUPID STUPID LAME BORING DULL WHY WHAT THE HELL? etc.
His metal bedroom door clangs, and clangs again, before Shikishima bursts into his workshop. Metal scraps and old prototypes fly across the room. (Y/N) watches the entrance with horror. "AAAH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
"What?" Shikishima looked at his grandson confused as (Y/N) scrambled across the floor rifling through a pile of trash. "What are you doing boy?"
"My prototypes!"
"You left them all over the floor?"
He glares at his grandfather. "IT'S MY PROCESS!"
"Calm down!" Shikishima smacked (Y/N) on the head with his cane.
"OW! What do you want Gramps!?"
"You've been locked up in here for almost a week now an-" Shikishima suddenly pinches his nose. "Jeepers! What's that smell?"
(Y/N) turns to his grandfather. "Huh?"
"Have you showered since you got suspended?"
"I looked at one."
Shikishima takes a closer look at (Y/N). "Forget showering have you even slept?" Shikishima looked at (Y/N)'s desk, at all the rambling scribbles and asinine drawings. "What the heck am I looking at here!? These are nonsense!" He looks closer at the blueprints. "What is this anyway?"
(Y/N) picks up a plastic model of a robot arm and starts fiddling with the fingers. "I kept thinking about the coolant and the return mechanism... I slowly began to realize that my meaty, meaty fingers just didn't fit.... hehehehehehe..." he slowly turns to Shikishima. He promptly thwacks (Y/N) on the head with his cane again. "GACK!"
"you're freaking me out, boy! And I'm not cutting off your arm!"
"I wasn't asking you to! I'm thinking that I've been going at this all wrong!"
"Huh?"
"I'm thinking the way I've been building the suit is... it's just not- not cool enough! This suit is meant to have a presence! I can't be just another squirt in a helmet!" (Y/N) sits back down with a fresh sheet of paper tries to focus on a blueprint. His eye twitches as he tries to draw another line, but...
The pencil snaps.
"GAAAAAAAHHHHH GOD DAMMIT!!! DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAAAAAAAAAAAMN IIIIIIIIIT!!!!" Shikishima smacks him on the head again. "WOULD YOU STOP THAT OLD MAN!?"
"Shut up, boy! I'm already deaf I don't need you to plug more shrapnel into my ear! If you're not going to sleep, then run some errands for me."
Shikishima hands (Y/N) a list. "Go to Dagoba and rifle through the garbage. Maybe you'll find some inspiration." He wrinkles his nose. "And maybe the garbage will cover the smell."
(Y/N) glares at the list while he walks. A big puffy raincoat kept him warm. (Y/N) grumbles as he walks to the beach. "Stupid Shikishima... wouldn't know real genius if it bit him in what's left of his ass."
He looks up at Dagoba Beach with the sun rising. Squinting through the sunlight, he sees a large chunk of the garbage missing. "Huh? Oh no, no, no!" He runs over to the patch of missing garbage. "Who's stealing my junk!?"
He sprints down the steps and looks around for a culprit. He hears a clatter from behind a mound of garbage. Almost insulted that someone would touch his treasures. "C'mon young Midoriya! You can do better than that!"
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"MAZIN! GO!!!" Mazinger Pilot Male Reader x My Hero Academia
ActionYou are (Y/N) Kabuto. This world isn't fair unless you make it. You've learned that the hard way. So with your skills in mechanics and your sheer pig-headedness, you'll aim for the very top and show these quirked-up wannabes the true potential of th...
