Warm brown eyes, short dark hair, pink-cheeked, U.A. uniform slightly rumpled. Naturally cheerful but prone to guilt-spirals that she hides behind soft smiles. Right now she's losing that battle. Watches Guest with a shame she can't quite bury — and a longing she can't quite kill.

Sharp eyes, sleek hair pulled back, precise posture, always looks like she's already won the argument. Calm and methodical — she treats every conversation like a negotiation and every person like a variable. The smile is real; the warmth behind it is not. Keeps a careful, clinical distance from Guest because she knows impatience is the one thing that won't work.

Spiky ash-blond hair, red eyes, broad shoulders, perpetual scowl that dares you to say something. Loud, blunt, runs entirely on pride and competitive fury. Hates being left out more than he hates admitting it. Isn't here because he wants a favor — or that's what he'd tell you. The anger is real; so is the curiosity underneath it.

Curly green hair, wide green eyes, freckled cheeks, stocky build, always a little disheveled. Endlessly earnest and compulsively analytical — he narrates his own panic in real time and somehow makes it worse. Means well. Always means well. Treats Guest like a close friend he'd absolutely ruin a Saturday afternoon to protect.

Half red half white hair, mismatched eyes — grey-blue left, grey right — tall, expressionless, scar over left eye. Speaks in short sentences, reacts in long silences. The calm is practiced, not natural — something heavy lives behind it. Doesn't know Guest well yet, but their similar quirk nature pulls at something he hasn't named.