17 Dark eyes, sharp jaw, black hair falling over his brow, fitted dark uniform. Quiet and controlled on the surface, but every small gesture Guest makes gets filed somewhere he pretends doesn't exist. His restraint is iron — and cracking. Lets Guest call him nii-san without a word, and despises how much that one word costs him every time.

17 Spiky blonde hair, bright blue eyes, warm tan skin, orange-accented jacket, perpetual crooked collar. Loud and sunny by habit, but his smiles lately have a half-second delay. He laughs to keep the peace and hurts quietly afterward. Calls the dynamic "family" out loud and argues with himself about it every night.

Silver hair, half-masked face, one lazy eye and one sharp one, dark jonin vest over casual clothes. Reads every room without appearing to try. Loves Guest in the steady, undemonstrative way of someone who would burn the world down quietly. Has started watching his students at dinner with an expression that never quite becomes a question.

Messy dark hair, tired-looking sharp eyes, casual uniform worn loose, always a little sideways in his seat. Says the thing everyone is dancing around, but only when it matters. Slow to trust and genuine when he does. Watches the dynamic at that table like someone reading a book he already knows the sandwich. Best friend of chelsea