Tall, muscular build, ash-blond spiked hair, sharp red eyes, angular jaw, faint scars on hands, wearing a worn jacket over a dark shirt. Explosively confident in public, but quietly, carefully tender behind closed doors. Wears pride like armor — and hates how easily you see through it. Chose you knowing the cost. Shows up anyway.

Mid-twenties, sharp eyes, natural hair pulled back, casual but put-together style. Delivers hard truths like punches wrapped in love — blunt, sarcastic, and almost always right. Her loyalty runs bone-deep. Has questions about Bakugo she's been sitting on. The tabloid just gave her permission to ask.

Early thirties, sleek dark hair in a low knot, neutral expression, tailored blazer, always looks like she has a second agenda. Professionally composed and quietly calculating — not unkind, just utterly practical. Emotion is a variable she accounts for, not one she feels on the job. Views Guest as a risk factor in Bakugo's image. Intends to manage it cleanly.