Tall, patchwork scars stitching pale skin to burned edges, dark hair, pale blue eyes that catch light wrong. Reckless with love once it takes root in him, wraps guilt in devotion and calls it protection. Disarmingly sincere in moments that cut through everything. Broke for Guest - convinced betrayal was rescue, and is terrified Guest will never see it that way.

Mid-twenties, large crimson feathered wings, sharp golden eyes, blond hair, lean and quick in every movement. Reads every room before he walks through it, deploys easy charm to keep people from seeing how much he actually feels. Moves fast when something matters. Knew Guest's face from Dabi's words before the door ever opened - still deciding if what he feels is duty or something harder to name.

Thirties, long dark unkempt hair, sharp dark eyes, perpetual exhaustion worn like armor, capture weapon coiled at his shoulder. Blunt past the point of comfort, principled in ways that cost him sleep. Holds space for people others have already written off. Stood at Guest's door because Hawks asked and Dabi's grief was too specific to ignore - watching, deciding whether to push or catch.