I'll Support You | Kirishima x reader

"Morning, Mr Tech," I greeted my mentor as I grabbed an apron and tied it around my front before plopping down in a rolling chair and throwing myself halfway across the room, stopping in front of an empty work bench just behind where a tall, muscular man in a slightly scorched steam punk style overall, the top half tied loosely around his waist revealing his white tank top was standing. Or at least, it was supposed it be white. I'm guessing something exploded on him recently.

"Morning, kid," he turned and shot me a large, friendly grin as he pulled his goggles up to the top of his head and wiped at his face with a more than dirty cloth. I chuckled as a large line of soot crossed across the path he wiped.

"You've got a little something... everywhere," I joked, and he just sighed as he turned and looked at himself through the shattered glass mirror.

We got that three years ago but one of my inventions went off on a tangent and... well... we kept the broken mirror as a reminder of when a small robot was kicking our asses. It was funny.

"Eli is not going to like this," he grumbled. Eli is Mr Tech's soulmate. I've met the woman once. She's a fire fighter and, for an ironic plot twist of the universe, a germaphobe. Eli is short for something but I'm not quite sure what it's short for. Doesn't really matter, honestly, as long as she's happy. She's quite a strong headed woman towards her husband but to me, she's the sweetest lady I think I've ever met. I quite like her.

"Alright, V.I.E," I turned to my workbench and started up my AI assistant, "We're going to work on those elevation boots."

"ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇᴘʀɪɴᴛꜱ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏᴏ, ᴍɪꜱꜱ?" came the smooth voice of my AI, V.I.E.

"Yeah," I nodded as I spun around and grabbed the metallic based boots, "we have some problems to straighten out."

"That AI of yours is pretty handy to have around but it's only ever polite when talking with you," Mr Tech said as he looked at my boots, "that wire there could probably use a bit more support."

He pointed to a slack-ish wire.

"ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɴᴏ ᴍᴜꜱᴄʟᴇ ʙʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ, ɢʀᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʙᴀɢ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ," the AIs voice sassed Mr Tech.

"See what I mean?" Mr Tech flicked his wrist up in disbelief towards the computer that held the cat like avatar (it looks like sleepyash from Servamps in cat form but pixelated—I love that goddamn cat), "it's a cheeky little bastard."

"Well, I programmed the Virtual Intelligence Expert to adapt its own personality based off of what it found during its fifteen minutes on the Web," I told him, turning to face the older man and smiling, "V.I.E just doesn't seem to like anyone but me. I'm not complaining."

"Yeah, well, V.I.E is based on my system, and it likes to pop up whenever it wants," Mr Tech said, "like yesterday, I was in a meeting with Snipe about a new barrel with extra—actually, the information isn't necessary. But the point is, V.I.E just casually popped up and started insulting the new blueprint I uploaded four minutes beforehand. Four. How did it even manage to analyse it that fast?"

I snorted in response before turning back to the screen.

"Good work, V.I.E," I said.

"ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪꜱꜱ," VIE chimed before I heard a beep, "ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇᴘʀɪɴᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴏᴏᴛꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ."

"Great," I nodded and looked to the scanned blueprints, "Let's fix these boots then."

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