COUGH. HACK. KAFF.
The noises Shuichi makes as he opens the windows are decidedly unflattering. Enough smoke to fill his lungs without setting off the school's fire alarm billows from the third-story window. It's become such a common occurrence between the tech club and the average shop class that nobody really pays the sight much mind. Both the smoke and the sight of some loser leaning out of the window to heave.
"Oof...a few miscalculations, but the machine itself doesn't seem to be FUBAR just yet. No injuries here besides an egregious amount of smoke in my lungs. How about you, вы?"
He manages to wheeze out before looking behind him. The smoke clears enough to make his heart feel just a bit heavier with worry. The machine is there, nothing is on fire, but...he doesn't see you standing where he told you to. You don't appear to be prone on the floor, either. Shuichi's mouth twitches in some approximation of an awkward smile.
"Erm...вы?"
First place Shuichi thinks to look is peeking out into the hallway. But it doesn't seem like you took off running at the first sign of malfunction. A few students had turn their heads towards the source of the noise, but once they see it's one of the usual geeks, they just keep on moving. His second thought is to check under the desks, maybe in the supply closet? Nothing in there, either. The idea that he messed up so badly that you might have been unmade on an atomic level makes his stomach twist up in knots, not even the people who bully him deserve a fate like that.
Eventually, he opts to look inside the machine itself. The pod-like receptacle for anything that was supposed to be food opens, and there you are! Shuichi's found you...at about the size of one of his anime figurines. His mouth hangs open in surprise, the sight rendering him speechless. The only thought in his head right now is a simple...
Oh. Oh no.**
<!--The machine isn't completely totaled, but вы is gonna be like this until Shuichi can procure what he needs to adjust, text, and fix it.-->
