He got to class early today and was surprised that he wasn't the only one. A tall boy with glasses sat at his desk staring at the front with his pencil and notebook already on his desk. Izuku thought his name was Iida, but he wasn't sure. Izuku nodded politely at the boy who gave him a curt nod in return. It was his first interaction with one of his classmates, he hoped this wouldn't be the trend.

Izuku sat down at his desk, getting his things out, and to pass the time he got out a sketch of prospective hero costumes he could to replace the slapped together one he submitted earlier. That is if they let him. They should let him, right? Heroes sometimes changed their outfits' appearance based on the season or their gear. And he was only a student in training, it's not like this was going to be his final costume.

He tuned out the rest of the world as he drew, not noticing when fellow classmates filed into the room, chatting with each other.

That is until one guy who walked past him to his seat glanced down at his sketch. He was around Izuku's height with yellow hair and black highlights. "Woah dude, you draw? Nice, is that supposed to be like a robot or something?"

Izuku paused and looked up at the guy who peered down at his sketch as if trying to figure out what it was. "It's actually a redesign for my hero outfit. I didn't like the last one I made so I'm trying different ones."

"Oh, was your first choice that bad? I just told them what I wanted in my costume and a color scheme." the comment unexpectedly stung. Yeah, his first design wasn't great, but it wasn't bad. The guy hadn't even seen it yet! He hadn't even seen it yet!

"I guess, but I don't know how it turned out and I wanted to design more," replied Izuku looking down at his sketch again.

"Alright bro, you do you man," the boy walked off, strutting to his seat and starting a conversation with a small boy with purple balls instead of hair. Izuku resumed sketching, now that he had more time he started watching another series for inspiration, Gargantia on the Verdurous Planet. It was an oddly charming show, and the mech suit in the show gave him some ideas. Namely the helmet shape.

His attention was pulled back into the real world by Mr. Aizawa coming into the room and everyone dashing for their desks. Izuku slipped his notebook into his bag, he can complete the sketch later.

The class went by surprisingly quickly, and while Mr. Aizawa droned as he lectured, Izuku did actually learn something. Later they had English with Present Mic, history with a scantily clad Midnight, Izuku wasn't sure if her being dressed like that was legal, but it was her hero costume, so he guessed that was his answer.

Next, they had lunch, and while everyone went off to the cafeteria to get their food from Lunch Rush Izuku had brought his own from home. He found a quiet place tucked away in the library, quickly ate his food, and pulled out his sketchbook again. He finished the sketch after a few moments, looking it over with a critical eye.

It was okay, he decided, he could work with it. When he got home, he'd digitize it and add some color. Now all he needed to do was decide on a body, he'd drawn several already and he flipped through the pages, looking at each one, none of them seemed right. They were too bulky, not streamlined enough. So, he started a new one, this time taking inspiration from Aldnoah Zero. Despite its lackluster plot it had a solid mech design.

All too soon he had to stop as lunch was almost over, he packed up his things quickly walking to his home classroom. He slipped into his seat moments before the bell rang. Mr. Aizawa slid open the door, walking in and standing behind the podium. "Alright everyone, we'll have our first heroics class today, first let's go over some safety," he turned around writing in large messy handwriting on the board. "First rule, you will listen to the instructions of the instructors. Second rule, when you're allowed to use your quirk, you may not use them against another student unless told otherwise. Third, you will remain off any training course or piece of equipment unless told otherwise."

When Mr. Aizawa turned and faced the class with a serious look, "Failure to follow any of these simple rules, and you're done." The class nodded with nervous expressions. Mr. Aizawa then passed out a waiver for them to sign, acknowledging these rules.

"Now that's out of the way, get changed and report to training gym alpha," Mr. Aizawa pulled a remote out of his pocket, and panels along the wall opened revealing various suitcases and costumes.

Izuku spotted his instantly, even in its cubby Izuku couldn't help but cringe at it. With a sigh he stood up with the others, waiting near the back of the pack as everyone grabbed their costume. When it was finally his term, he reached for it and suddenly realized his first problem. When he initially designed the outfit, he'd neglected to factor in something that in hindsight he should have factored for.

The suit was heavy, it weighed down on him trying to drag him to the floor. He struggled just trying to take a step, how was he going to run or fight? Not that he really knew how to fight to begin with. A sudden dread filled him as he waddled out of the changing room, armor plates clanking against each other.

A couple of his classmates squinted when they saw his costume, and Izuku was embarrassed to find that they had far more sensible costumes. A majority were just a spandex outfit with only a minor amount of gear on it. Ida and another boy with blond hair and a simpering smile wore armor like him, but theirs seemed more ergonomic than his own.

Thank God he had a helmet, otherwise everyone would see his flush of embarrassment. He felt ridiculous. He felt like a fool.

Mr. Aizawa looked up from his phone, looking over his students, his eyes pausing on Izuku's and narrowed slightly before moving on. "Today will probably be your easiest day. But that doesn't mean it'll be easy. We won't be doing anything with your quirks, instead you'll just get used to moving around in your costumes." Izuku slumped in minor relief. "First, you'll jog around the perimeter of the gym. Don't worry about time, when you get back, I'll tell you what to do next."

Izuku did some stretches, or tried to, his suit was hard to move around in. Once he had stretched as much as he could he started his slow jog around the gym. For the first few meters it was tolerable, but the suit quickly became stifling, sweat coated his body and he found it hard to breath under the bulky helmet. As he approached the first turn he felt as if his muscles were about to give up, his limbs burned, his lungs burned, he couldn't get enough air. He needed a costume overhaul. This wasn't going to work.

Pushing through the pain he stumbled along. He focused on his breathing, sucking down as much air as he could on every other step. He saw dark spots dance in front of him, he ignored them and continued. At the next corner he stopped, the black spots threatened to engulf him if he didn't get more oxygen. So, in a moment of desperation, he shakily lifted his stifling helmet off sucking down greedy gulps of cold air.

After a few moments he felt better, and he resumed running. Without the helmet on he could breathe easier, it was less of a challenge now, his pace was steadier as he rounded the third corner. He spotted Mr. Aizawa and plodded towards him, his costume clanking loudly as he stumbled to a stop in front of Mr. Aizawa. He had to bend down, hands on his knees as he sucked down air.

"Midoriya, I think we both know that your costume isn't remotely adequate," said Mr. Aizawa matter-of-factly. "You can hardly move in it." Izuku nodded in agreement but couldn't speak, still trying to catch his breath. "Go see your assigned support assistant after training today. Work with them on getting a new costume."

"Yes sir" Izuku gasped. Who was his support assistant? "Do you know who it is?"

Mr. Aizawa looked at his phone, tapping on it a few times before saying, "My records say it's someone called Hatsume." Izuku nodded, making sure to remember the name.

The rest of the training went as well as Izuku expected it would. His costume hampered his movements so much he was the last to finish all assigned activities. As such he was the only one in the locker room when he stumbled inside. With trembling limbs, he extracted himself from his costume, and into one of the showers to wash off his sweat, the warm water made his aching muscles feel a little better.

He took his time getting redressed in his school uniform before stumbling out of the locker room, his consume in tow. He trudged down the halls, the large suitcase holding the pieces of his outfit dragging against the floor. After getting lost twice he eventually found the support studio department. The large steel door hissed as he approached it.

Inside was rows upon rows of worktables covered in scrap and tools. There were a few students hard at work, laboring over projects they were working on. A couple glanced up at him as he entered before resuming their work.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Hatsume," said Izuku nervously. He didn't want to disrupt any of them, but he also needed to find his support assistant if he wanted to fix his costume problems.

One student, a kid with red skin and black eyes, cringed as he looked up from his workstation, "You sure you want Hatsume man?" The way the boy spoke made Izuku wonder if this Hatsume person wasn't the easiest to work with. But regardless he needed to speak to them.

"They're my support assistant, and I need help with my costume," replied Izuku.

"My condolences, she's back in the corner, pink hair, can't miss her," the kid pointed behind him with his thumb. Izuku turned to look in the direction and spotted a girl hunched over a workstation, focused on the small gadget she was working on.

Izuku thanked the boy, readjusted his grip on his suitcase and trudged towards the girl. "Excuse me? Mrs. Hatsume?" The girl didn't so much as reply to him, she just muttered something and kept working. She wore a black tank top, long pants, gloves, and had on a bizarre looking pair of goggles. Izuku set his suitcase down with a loud clatter, startling a few of the other support students. He coughed to clear his throat before trying again, "Mrs. Hatsume?"

Her attention remained fixed on the small device, either she was pointedly ignoring him, or she was too engrossed in her task to notice him. He hoped she was just too engrossed, but he wouldn't be surprised if she was just ignoring him, it wouldn't be the first time someone did that to him.

He tried again, before another student, a girl with long spindly fingers spoke up, "Sorry, she gets like this sometimes, she just gets into the zone when she's working, and nobody can get her to stop. If you need something from her, I suggest waiting until she's finished, if you need tea or something there's some in the break room."

Izuku nodded in thanks to the girl. He set his bag down, not like he had anything planned this afternoon anyways. He walked to the breakroom, grabbed a bottle of tea from the refrigerator and returned to the workstation Mrs. Hatsume was at. She'd grabbed another item and was trying to put the small item she was working on into the larger device. He pulled up a stool, sitting down at the end of the desk.

He pulled out his sketchbook, he might as well finish up a couple more costume designs, maybe he could get Mrs. Hatsume's input when she was finished doing whatever she was doing. He was only sketching for a few moments when a voice broke his concentration, "Hold the phone, you like mechs?"

He glanced up, startled by Mrs. Hatsume's question. She'd stopped what she was working on, the device only looked half assembled, but her focus was on his sketches. How she could see them from that far away Izuku didn't know. "Uh, sort of?"

Mrs. Hatsume frowned at him, "There's no such thing as sort of liking mechs. You either do or you don't. So, which is it?"

Izuku shrugged, "It's kind of related to my quirk so I guess I'm a fan by necessity rather than choice."

Mrs. Hatsume hummed as she nodded, then she snapped her fingers as if she came to a realization, "Oh I get it! You're a closet mecha fan!"

"I'm a what?" asked Izuku.

"A closet mecha fan! It's like if you were gay but didn't admit it," Mrs. Hatsume put down the device and crossed her arms.

"Right, okay," Izuku blinked as he tried to puzzle through the analogy. He didn't get it. But then again, he didn't understand a lot of things people say. "But what does being in a closet mean that you're gay?"

Mrs. Hatsume shrugged, "Fuck if I know."

"So, why'd you say it?" asked Izuku. Now thoroughly confused.

Mrs. Hatsume just shrugged again, "Doesn't matter. Alright mecha boy, I've got a serious question for ya."

Izuku sat up straight in his seat, nodding at the girl, "Okay."

"Are you a proton cannon type of guy or a laser sword kind of guy?" She leaned forward, propping herself on the desk.

What kind of question was that? "Uhhhhhhh."

"I see I see" Mrs. Hatsume nodded sagely, "You're into both! Good answer."

Izuku blinked a couple times, trying to figure out what Mrs. Hatsume had meant. Why was she even interested? He needed to get back on topic. "Umm. Mrs. Hatsume?"

"Call me Mei. Everyone does," said the girl almost immediately.

"Okay, erm. Mei" why'd he feel so awkward saying her name? "I need help with my hero costume," Izuku wheeled his suitcase around, so it was in front of him.

Mei looked down at the case, humming, "I remember this one. Whoever designed it did a bad job. They were an idiot." That stung a little, but Izuku knew it had been a bad design from the moment he submitted it. His expression must have given it away because Mei asked, "Were you the one who designed this piece of shit?"

Izuku nodded, "Yeah. I rushed it."

"I see," nodded Mei. A part of him was wondering if she was going to apologize for calling him an idiot. "It's a piece of shit by the way. Horrible. Abysmal. Not worth the materials to even make it." Each way she described the costume set a stab of hurt through him. She could have at least been nicer about it. "It's completely unsalvageable. The design is moronic, idiotic, uninspired, mediocre at best."

Izuku now slumped in his seat under the barrage of comments. All he wanted to do was disappear into the floor. Then Mei snatched his sketchbook and before he could demand it back, she flipped through the pages, suddenly stopping and grinning. She laid it flat on the table and pointed to one of the designs, "But this? I can work with this."

It was one of his older designs, still bulky but a little more streamlined. He'd taken inspiration from the Aldnoah mechs and crossed it with the ones from Gurren Lagann. Mei pushed aside her project, reaching down under the desk she pulled out a pad of paper and wrote down 'Mark 2.'

"Alright nerd" he flinched a little at the name, memories of other people calling him that came rushing back for a moment before he forced them back. "What kind of features do you want in this new costume?"

Izuku struggled to come up with ideas, he knew his quirk interacted with robots in some way, but didn't know how exactly. "Ummm. I don't know? I thought maybe I'd let you just kind of put whatever you feel is best?"

Mei's head whipped around, her grin turning manic, "Really?! Really really?!"

He had a sudden sense of dread. He'd just made a mistake, didn't he? But it wasn't like he had any ideas anyways. "Uhhh, sure?"

"You won't regret this!" said Mei excitedly before she turned and started writing in a messy scribble on the paper. "So many ideas, so little time."

He already started to regret his choice. Just a little.

He silently berated himself as he walked along with his classmates to the lunchroom. He'd forgotten to pack his lunch today and now he had to subject himself to the whims of lunchroom table partners. Usually, he got up early enough to throw together a lunch for the day. Usually something easy, occasionally he'd cook something the night before. His mom had been almost enthusiastic to help him learn how to cook, and he found that he enjoyed it.

He'd heard that lunch rush was the school's cook, and he'd have given almost anything to eat his food, key word, almost. Izuku enjoyed his privacy, and he suspected that everyone else was more than content to let him have it. So usually, he just ate lunch in a secluded spot. Once he grabbed his lunch tray, today it was some sort of soup, he looked around for an empty table. Fortunately, there was one. Unfortunately, it was in the middle of the lunchroom. He sighed, sitting down at the empty table, tuning out everyone happily chatting with their tablemates.

He slurped the soup, yup, lunch rush's food was as good as promised. Maybe better. But that won't stop him from bringing his own food. He felt an odd sense of pride at being able to do that and not having to rely on Lunch Rush's food. He pulled out his phone as he ate, idly reading an online story as he ate.

He was maybe halfway finished with the meal when he heard someone yell at the top of their lungs, "MIDORIYA IZUKU! I SUMMON YOU!" Izuku nearly spat out his mouthful of soup then and there. A hush fell over the cafeteria as people looked at the person standing on top of a table.

Izuku found the person quickly, it was Mei. She was standing on a table, the students sitting at said table were looking up at Mei in annoyance, but she either didn't notice or didn't care. "MIDORIYA IZUKU!" Her eyes scanned the room, before they locked onto him "THERE YOU ARE!" She jumped down from the table, strutting over to him.

Izuku flinched as she slammed her hands down onto the table he was at. "Come on nerd, we got babies to make!"

He felt a blush crawl up his face, he felt his stomach drop out, and the world around him spun like a top. Babies? What? He wasn't ready to be a dad yet!

He didn't notice the gasps and murmurs from around the room. One student facepalmed while a group of older students erupted in laughter. They slammed the table, crying as they wheezed into their food.

"Well? We don't have all day! Come on!" Mei grabbed Izuku by the back of his shirt, dragging him out of his chair. He had just enough senses left to grab his things as she drug him across the lunchroom past cackling third years.

"Mei! What's going on?" Izuku tried to extract himself from Mei's freakishly tight grip to no avail.

"You're skipping your afternoon classes and helping me make babies is what's happening!" Mei's maniac grin only fueled his anxiety. Was this what being kidnapped was like? He needed an adult!

He spotted Mr. Aizawa as Mei continued to pull him along after her like some weird luggage. The man just watched with a furrowed brow as Mei matched up to him "This one's yours, right?"

Mr. Aizawa slowly nodded, "What's this about?" He looked over to Izuku questioningly. "Midoriya? Care to enlighten me?"

Mei replied before Izuku could answer, "I need him for the afternoon. We need to talk about his gear."

Mr. Aizawa nodded, "I see. Can it not wait until later?"

"Nope," answered Mei simply. "He needs a complete overhaul of his costume."

"I thought as much, alright, don't make this a habit," replied Mr. Aizawa before he stalked off.

"Right! To the workshop!" And they were off again, Mei pulling Izuku along by the scruff of his neck. Izuku lamenting that Mr. Aizawa abandoned him to the clutches of a mad woman.

When they arrived at the studio department, Mei kicked open the door, and rushed inside, other students inside looked up various projects, when they saw it was Mei they just shrugged and went back to work. Was this normal?

Mei dragged him around the corner, heading to several doors set aside. She opened a door and shoved Izuku inside, "Be right back." The door slammed shut, making Izuku jump at the loud noise.

"R-right." Izuku looked around the small room. There was a coffee table surrounded by armchairs. What the hell had he gotten himself into? He set his bag down, taking a seat in one of the armchairs.

He waited nervously for Mei to come back for several minutes, 'What did she mean by babies? Surely, she didn't mean actual babies. Unless…...' nope, he shut down that line of thinking as soon as it came. He wasn't going to entertain the thought. There's no way she meant actual babies. They were in high school, and they barely knew each other!

The door suddenly slammed open again, and Mei came in dragging a large white board behind her. Once she'd positioned the board in front of the window to the rest of the studio department she closed the door again. "Right, now we've got privacy. Let's get started!" She turned to face him with a manic grin, her eyes sparkling with an unrivaled energy.

Oh god. The thoughts were back.

"First off, your last costume design sucked. Like major sucked. So, we're doing a redesign," she slapped the whiteboard, which to his surprise wasn't actually a whiteboard. It was a holoboard. The display turned on, showing his last costume design.

Okay she actually didn't mean real babies. 'Thank you, God. Or maybe curse you?' Izuku didn't know.

The image on the holoboard disappeared, being replaced by a new one, the one Mei pointed out the other day. "First things first, cool design. I dig it." He felt a small flicker of pride in his chest. "Second, and I'm just curious, why the mech aesthetics? I get mechs are cool and all, but unfortunately the rule of cool only goes so far."

Izuku nodded, "My quirk has something to do with robots, I don't know what exactly. But I wanted to lean into the whole robot theme and a mecha design just kind of seemed like the way to go."

Mei nodded, "Right right right. Makes sense." She paused, "Wait, you don't know how your quirk works?"

Izuku shook his head, "No, uhh, I kind of found out I even had one just recently."

He could almost see the gears turn in her head, "What can it do?"

"I, um, I don't know," replied Izuku, slightly embarrassed.

Mei frowned, "What do you mean you don't know? How don't you know what your quirk does?"

"I just don't," replied Izuku as he gazed down at the floor. "I don't even know how to use it. I apparently used it during the entrance exam, but I don't remember it."

"Weird" murmured Mei, "A quirk that alters memory maybe?" She seemed to think for a moment, then said "Well there's one way to find out! Let's review the tape!"

"I tried asking for a copy of it, but the principal never got back to me about it," said Izuku.

Mei grinned, "Good thing you got me then. I'm a Bonafide Genus of Genuses!" She swiped on the holoboard, closing the image of the sketch, then she made several rapid taps on the surface opening tabs and windows. She typed so fast Izuku had no idea what she was doing. A few moments later Mei stepped back, "Ha ha! Success! No security system is safe from Mei!" A window opened showing multiple screens. "You remember what group you were in?"

Izuku didn't but Mei didn't seem too put out by it, if anything she welcomed the challenge of tracking down Izuku the old-fashioned way. Eventually she found him and tapped on a couple of windows and pulled up footage of Izuku.

He was running along the street, a panicked look on his face as he looked around, this went on for several minutes. Until Izuku saw himself approaching a damaged robot, he touched it, went still for a moment, then climbed up onto its back.

Izuku felt an odd feeling in his chest as he saw the robot twitch, then move seemingly on its own, Izuku clinging to the back of it like some sort of monkey. He watched in awe as the robot fought against the other robots, eventually it came to the final moments. A massive robot appeared in the fake city, destroying buildings as it rumbled through the narrow street. Izuku saw other contestants run away from the behemoth, then he saw himself heading for it! What the hell was he thinking!?

He saw why a few moments later, Uraraka, his classmate, was stuck under some rubble. The robot Izuku was riding pulled the rubble off, freeing her. Then he saw the robot turn to rush the massive robot bearing down on them. There was a gut-wrenching moment as the robot Izuku rode was destroyed. A moment later Izuku saw himself emerge from the debris, charging the large robot, his hand outstretched.

The moment his hand touched the large robot it froze for a moment, before it looked around, the head swiveled from side to side, as if observing the city below. Then Izuku collapsed and the robot slumped down, the lights deactivating on their own.

The video came to an end there, and Izuku sat there, dumbfounded. So, he could take control of robots? Was that his quirk? As cool as it sounded, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, to him his quirk didn't seem to be all that useful unless he was facing robots.

Mei though seemed to be deep in thought, she rubbed her chin as she mumbled something, then she grinned and turned to Izuku. "New plan. I ain't making you a normal costume. A quirk like this demands something more. Tell me, have you ever seen an anime called Mobile Suit Gundam?"

Shouta sighed as he filled out paperwork, it was requisition forms a few of his students had filled out for extra training. He of course approved them; his students needed every opportunity to train that they could get. He also noticed that they'd already formed small groups, they all seemed hell bent on helping each other. This was a good sign, pro's need to have connections, making them in high school is probably the easiest place to do it. And it helped in their training, after all training alone only cements your mistakes.

But there was a new problem developing, one student hadn't either been able to join a group or just didn't want to. If anything, Shouta noticed a mutual ignoring from both Midoriya and the rest of the class. Midoriya was standoffish, any conversations he had were brief, and he didn't seem to want to start any. Which he suspected made the rest of the class feel that he was unapproachable.

If Midoriya didn't find a group to join, Shouta would find one for him. Whether the kid wanted it or not. But how?

Perhaps a group project? Joint training? A partner program? He'd figure it out later, all that matters is that he gets Midoriya some positive interaction with his classmates. It would do the kid some good, break him out of that shell of his.

Now all he had to do was figure out who.

He considered using a random lottery, pull some names out of a hat and see who gets who. But that could end poorly for Midoriya. He should probably make sure whoever the kid ended up with wouldn't make the kid feel nervous or pressured. Someone easygoing and willing to reach out.

His first thought was Tenya, the kid was strait laced, proper, and would be as cooperative as possible. But he was sometimes too proper, he was tense, inflexible sometimes. Kaminari was laid back, maybe a little too laid back. Mineta, Koda, and Bakugo were automatically out. Mineta would be a bad influence on anyone, Koda was also shy and if paired with Midoriya they'd get nowhere fast, and Bakugo, well, he didn't know what was causing the tension between those two, but he had the feeling that partnering them together would end badly. Todoroki was a potential choice, but he seemed to be like Midoriya in that he was standoffish. But unlike Midoriya, Todoroki was sociable. Then there was Kirishima.

Kirishima was sociable, supportive, and easygoing. He wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he could use that to force Midoriya to take charge in an academic exercise.

Shouta hummed thoughtfully, pondering his choices. It was a clear choice, an academic project where Midoriya would be partnered with Kirishima. But what should the project be? Shouta smiled as he had an idea. "This could actually work."

Alright, another chapter done! Huzzah! And I wish you all a happy thanksgiving! Go forth and stuff thy faces with mashed potatoes and turkey!

Anyways, I decided that since I'm no longer following canon, like at all, that I'd also play around with some of the characters. Mei in particular, for, ehm, various reasons I won't get into now. She's a year older than in canon, and thus a year ahead. Why did I make this particular change you ask?

Because I decided that first year support students at UA won't be allowed to make anything for any of the hero students, instead they'd be learning how to do things. Same with hero students, they're just gonna train for like the first few months, and nothing difficult either. No brawls between students, no epic deathmatch between Bakugo and Izuku (yet, it's definitely coming though. And boy, I'm not holding back on that particular fight.)

But Second years are gonna be in charge of equipping the first year hero students. Mostly because they have a year of training and can actually make something that works. Third year students make gear for everyone. Because they have the most experience and third and second year hero students will actually be in the field doing stuff on occasion.

Which brings me to another topic.

As some of you have hopefully noticed, the chapters are named stuff like Months. This fic is gonna take place over multiple years. Plus I got tired of trying to make creative names for each chapter but didn't want to just go "Chapter 1" and so on.

Anyways, love the comments, that makes my day. And wow, wasn't expecting this many people to already enjoy the story. Some of y'all got close to what Izuku's quirk is and does. Some of y'all are on the right track, I won't lie, y'all got real close. Although I suppose I did drop some massive hints behind. As for the finer details of how the quirk works/what it can do, those come later.

And not all at once. Izuku's gotta work for it. But I can tell you as of now (I finished chapter 7 already) his powers get, oh boy, they're fun.

That's all I got today, stay safe, be kind, and chao! (👉ﾟヮﾟ)👉