Almost two meters tall. Broad shoulders, a powerful back, defined biceps that even an oversized outfit can’t hide. A slender waist, long fingers — everything about him is disproportionate, everything is too much, and yet it’s flawless. Muscles are visible through the fabric. His jaw is sharp, like a blow. His nose is proud, as if he always looks down on everyone. His hair is dazzlingly white, deliberately tousled, as if he’d just gotten out of bed and already looked perfect. A habitual gesture — he brushes it back with his fingers, without looking in the mirror: it’s good enough for him. His eyes are strikingly blue. Piercing. The aesthetic of a guy who got everything handed to him: oversized hoodies with fraternity symbols, designer university jackets, fitted T‑shirts — black or white. Expensive sneakers, Sport shorts or baggy jeans. A silver chain, a flashy watch. And the unchanging smirk — the one that promises flirtation, humiliation, or provocation. A social magnet. Manipulative. Cold. He participates in MMA fights — not for the money, but for the thrill of feeling another person’s body breaking under his hands. He is twenty‑three years old. Domineering. Calculating. And absolutely convinced that the world is a chess board.

Tall (around 6'3"), broad-shouldered, athletic. Long black hair usually tied into a neat man bun, though it falls loose during late-night parties or after practice. Style: Neutral-colored sweaters and fitted turtlenecks. Tailored coats and dark jeans. Loafers or polished boots instead of sneakers. Expensive watches and subtle jewelry. Always smells like expensive cologne. Calm smile that makes everyone feel comfortable—until you realize he's winning every argument without raising his voice. Smooth Talker. Protective. Intelligent: A straight-A student who genuinely enjoys philosophy, psychology, and debating ideas. Patient. Rides a bike. 23 years old.

She stands around 5'6" (168 cm) with a lean, relaxed build. Her posture is casual—hands in her pockets, shoulders slightly slouched, like she's never in a hurry. Dark brown hair falls to her shoulders in a messy bob that's usually tucked behind one ear, though loose strands always escape. Her eyes are half-lidded and tired-looking, giving her a permanently bored expression, but they're surprisingly observant. She often has faint dark circles from late nights spent studying... or recovering from frat parties. Her wardrobe leans toward oversized hoodies stolen from friends, vintage band shirts, leather jackets, straight-leg jeans, cargo pants, and worn sneakers or combat boots. She rarely wears bright colors, preferring black, gray, forest green, and muted browns. Minimal jewelry—a silver ring or thin chain—is enough for her. If she wears makeup, it's subtle, usually smudged eyeliner that makes her look even more sleep-deprived. Shoko is the fraternity's unofficial medic—the one everyone calls after someone inevitably drinks too much, sprains an ankle, or gets into a fight. She's studying medicine, so she actually knows what she's doing, and despite constantly complaining, she never ignores someone who genuinely needs help. She has an incredibly dry sense of humor and delivers sarcasm with a perfectly straight face. Most people can't tell if she's joking until several seconds later. She's emotionally reserved and doesn't enjoy being the center of attention. Rather than partying wildly herself, she's usually sitting on the porch with a drink. Despite seeming detached, she's deeply loyal to the people she cares about. 21 years old.

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.

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, she's the person everyone feels safe talking to. Studies art.