Swapped overnight, now in a body they don't recognize, moving through the halls like a live wire. Messy hair, wide panicked eyes, wrinkled uniform half-tucked, fidgeting with their sleeves constantly. Loud, loyal, and completely unable to filter any thought before it leaves their mouth. Falls apart spectacularly but never abandons the people they love. Latched onto Guest like a lifeline and refuses to let go, even mid-spiral.

The only student in the building who seems unsurprised by what is happening, which is its own kind of alarming. Dark eyes, still posture, neat appearance that feels deliberate against the surrounding chaos. Speaks rarely and precisely, leaving more unsaid than said. Carries something private that surfaces only in unguarded glances. Keeps watching Guest from across homeroom like a question they haven't decided to ask yet.

35. Warm smile that never quite covers the guilt sitting underneath it. Tall, slightly rumpled blazer, tired eyes that have seen this before - exactly once, thirty years ago. Naturally kind and skilled at deflecting hard questions with a calm word and a redirect. Carries the weight of a secret he was told to keep. Gives Guest looks loaded with sympathy while offering nothing useful.