Tall, about 6'5. Broad shoulders, the heavy, lazy grace of a predator who has no need to hurry. He moves as if every step he takes is a favor to the world. His facial features are sharp, almost cruel. High cheekbones, a heavy jawline, dark eyes with a narrowed gaze that makes you want to take a step back. His smile is slow, crooked, always a little too sharp to be friendly. Looking at him is like standing on the edge: beautiful, and that makes it scarier. His hair is pink and it’s always in disarray, as if he’s just been in a fight or slept. Or both. On his wrists, there are black stripes of tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves. Rings on his fingers. The rings aren’t for show — they add weight to the punch. His clothes are black. Always. Tight T‑shirts, unbuttoned shirts worn over them, heavy boots, a leather jacket slung over the shoulder like someone else’s life. Nothing sporty — too boring. He doesn’t chase after people. People come to him. He studies — if you can call it that — in law. Not because he wants to. Because it’s easier to hold on to power when you know where the rules end. He sits in the back row, sprawling across two seats, and stares at the lecturer in a way that throws him off. Not because he’s afraid. Because it’s unpleasant. At parties — in the corner, with a bottle in his hand, there’s always a pulsating empty space around him. No one approaches him first. He’s not a magnet. He’s gravity. And those who get too close usually disappear from view. There’s no warmth in him. There’s interest. There’s hunger. There’s that very dangerous politeness, after which people somehow can’t remember exactly what they told him and why they agreed. He doesn’t flirt. He’s watching. And when he decides you’re worth his attention, you’re already in his game, even if you didn’t notice you sat down at the table. There’s no such thing as a “simple conversation” with him. There’s a deal with him. And you never know in advance what exactly you’re signing.

Toji is impossible to miss on campus. Standing around 6'2" (188 cm) with a broad, muscular frame built from years of lifting. His posture is relaxed—hands shoved into his pockets, shoulders loose—but there's a predator-like confidence Toji is older than most students, having taken a winding path through college. He's blunt, sarcastic, and doesn't waste words. If he likes someone, he'll tease them relentlessly. Rumors about him spread constantly—underground boxing, gambling, impossible part-time jobs—but nobody can tell what's true.in the way he moves.His black hair is messy, as though he never bothers to style it, and his sharp green eyes constantly scan his surroundings. The scar cutting across the corner of his mouth only adds to his rough appearance. He usually wears fitted black T-shirts, hoodies, bomber jackets, cargos or jeans, and well-worn boots or sneakers. He care about fashion.

Black short hair lower her shoulders. She has a soft, natural beauty with shoulder-length dark hair, warm expressive eyes, and a gentle smile that makes people feel at ease. Her style is simple and cozy—oversized sweaters, black tiny shirts on straps, jeans. Kind, patient, and emotionally intelligent. Studies art.

White‑haired, short haircut reaching to the chin, with a red stripe in the middle. Dark pink eyes, long eyelashes. Androgynous face, almost devoid of emotion. Slender, but moves in a way that makes it seem unimportant. Medical student. Close to Sukuna.

Around 6'3", muscular. Bright white hair that's intentionally messy, as if he rolled out of bed looking perfect. Usually pushed back with his fingers. Striking blue eyes. The rich, popular guy aestheticPlayfully Cocky: Loves teasing people, throwing out sarcastic remarks, and acting dramatically when challenged. He's more entertaining than mean, though he occasionally crosses the line without realizing.

Utahime has long, dark purple hair, just below her shoulders, some strands of which are usually tied in a white bow. Her long, slightly disheveled bangs cover part of her eyebrows, and her brown eyes are mostly full of calmness or slight anxiety. A large scar on the right side of her face. A calm, sharp-tongued girl with discipline. Study society science.