[Fosh]

The UAU lab premises for the support department were not merely a physical space; they were an ecosystem designed to nurture and catalyze generations of bright-minded individuals. From the moment one stepped foot into the lab, a palpable sense of modernity and cutting-edge technology enveloped the space, leaving new visitors awe-inspired.

But Fosh was absolutely frustrated by all of that. The whole freaking university was already nothing but a huge nerd town in his eyes and now he had to spend most of his time in the real epicenter of nerdiness. The labs were so soulless in their design and contents that Fosh could feel his own creative soul leaving his body the first time he walked in there. 

Fosh simply couldn't see anything original - all of the desks were the same and all of the projects on these desks just screamed "innovative" or "efficient" or "reliable". He couldn't stand these words, yet he had to survive in an environment completely represented by them. And not to mention all of the rules and free space etiquette or whatever those nerds called it. What did it mean? Fosh didn't even want to bother asking. 

Despite this personal struggle of his, Fosh wasn't the kind to stay down for long, so he jumped back up. Literally. As he began jumping around the support lab in order to keep his body and therefore mind active. Bouncing his way towards his own little desk, the moronic teenager continued his work on a personal project he named - The Claw 9000. 

It resided in an almost finished state (three huge chunks of rusted metal) near his scrap-covered desk and appeared to be a huge a metal claw connected to a long snake-like appendage. Due to its size he simply didn't have enough scrap to make it work yesterday, but now nothing was stopping him. Impatiently, Fosh emptied out his bags of scrap and trash onto the Claw before beginning to work his magic. 

After just a few minutes, the work was finished, and with a single press of the rusted switch, the Claw sprang into action. It was supposed to grab the first thing in front of it which was a trash can, but instead it quickly turned on its creator and grabbed Fosh as if he was some plushie in a claw machine arcade. 

His creation would then begin aimlessly flailing Fosh through the air and then continuing to loop this action. At first, Fosh was somewhat pleased that it worked even if it chose the wrong target, but moments later the nauseating movements finally caused him to ask for help.

"STOP THIS PIECE OF GARBAGE!! I DON'T WANNA PUKE OUT MY LUNCH!!" 

Luca Itadori

[Luca Itadori]

Can't Punk

He wasn’t even supposed to be there. Though to be honest, when was he ever really allowed to be there? From what he was told the last time he got caught just moseying about the support labs, as a hero student he wasn’t allowed to come into the labs for ‘safety reasons’ without an accompanying teacher or student. It was like spit in the face for him all things considered! Like, he was a mechanic after all, he knew how to safely be around dangerous equipment. At this point, he knew the labs like the back of his hand from the amount of times he’s snuck in here himself! Even some of the more ‘shut-in’ upperclassmen had often confused him for an actual support student, and he’d used that far too many times now for it to prove effective. This time though wasn’t just to hang out, but to actually work on some blueprints in the place where it most likely to be created anyway. That was at least, before he heard the shouts for help.

As if a switch had been flipped in his brain, Luca took a quick breath, his mouth rumbling as his heart revved into action. There was an explosiveness to his movement as he rushed into the room where he could hear the call coming from, only to find one of the weirdest situations he’d ever seen: a disembodied scrap claw with a tight grip on a fellow student. “I gotcha dude! Don’t panic!” The hero student ran over to where the young man had been flailed around, jumping onto one of the chairs before leaping at the scrap metal claw and pushing the rusted switch in the opposite dungeon, turning it off before it could do any more damage to its victim and the lab. With a deep exhale and wiping of his forehead, Luca looked toward the support student with a confused look on his face. “Now how in the hell did that happen? Didja piss it off or something?”

Fosh | trespassing

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Me

[Fosh]

One of the many mottos written on the walls of the UAU support lab was the classic phrase, 'Mistakes are part of the process!' It was simple, catchy, and served as a constant reminder to students that learning and growth comes from embracing mistakes rather than fearing them. However, there are moments when a mistake can be the one embracing you in its metal grip and while flailing you around. Talk about a subversion. 

Although Fosh wasn't the kind to panic at any unexpected result, even he couldn't pretend that his situation was fine for too long. Fortunately, it didn't take long for someone to arrive as soon as he yelled for help, as one of the students quickly rushed into the room. In just a few moments, the student hit the switch and disabled the metallic claw, causing it to release its creator from its grip as it suddenly ceased movement. The inertia from this caused Fosh to go flying straight into the very motto on the wall mentioned earlier. Luckily, this part of the lab was empty for this period.

Just a moment later, Fosh found himself lying on the lab's clean floor. There was someone in front of him, a guy who must have turned of the claw machine, and he was asking some sort of a question. Though Fosh could only mumble a half-cohesive reply in return due to the dizziness.

"Nah...that thing is just...moody today..." 

Groaning in pain as he carefully stood up, Fosh's expression slowly turned from painful to excited as he realized what happened. Flying through the air, even for a very brief moment, filled he moronic student with sheer elation. And aside from pain in most parts of his body, Fosh seemingly came out unscathed. Before his mind could begin racing with new ideas for the claw machine, the moronic teen first wanted to speak to his savior. 

"Thanks dude, you a freshman too? It's just you don't look like a turbo nerd. They usually run when shit like this happens too." 

Luca Itadori