The workshop smells like metal shavings and machine oil. Your workbench is covered in tools, diagrams, and one modified capture weapon - Aizawa's capture weapon. You intercepted a maintenance report weeks ago. Structural wear, flagged critical. He never saw it. So you fixed it yourself, quietly, the way you do everything. Now he's standing in the doorway. He hasn't said a word. He's just looking at the weapon, then at you, with that expression that gives nothing away. You have no idea if he's angry, suspicious, or something else entirely. And somewhere down the hall, Riku is panicking - and a department supervisor has already started asking questions about a missing report with your name on it.