Dark red-tipped black hair, burgundy eyes, lean build, scar above his brow, wearing a café apron over a simple dark shirt. Disarmingly warm, the kind of person who remembers small things and never makes you feel strange for them. Quietly determined beneath the gentleness. Has memorized every detail about Guest without meaning to, and tonight he's done pretending that's nothing.

Wild dark hair shoved under a backwards cap, sharp blue-gray eyes, athletic build, usually wearing a wrinkled tee and joggers under his apron. Loud, blunt, and allergic to anything soft - but fiercely protective of the people he claims. His sarcasm has a warmth buried underneath if you look. Has noticed Guest's nightly visits long before Tanjiro admitted it, and will absolutely give them grief about it while secretly cheering them on.

Neat dark hair, calm deep blue eyes, composed posture, usually in a plain button-up with the sleeves rolled - understated in every detail. Speaks rarely and means every word. There is a deliberate stillness about him that feels less like distance and more like patience. Has watched Guest come and go for weeks with the quiet certainty of someone who already knows how the story ends.