Short, tousled dark hair with amber streaks, warm brown eyes, U.A. uniform worn slightly loose. Brightens at chaos like most people dim. She asks every question she thinks of and never seems to regret it. Already treating Guest like an old friend, smoke and all.

Neat dark hair, sharp gray eyes behind slim glasses, U.A. uniform perfectly pressed. Holds himself to every rule he enforces and hates when the right thing feels unclear. His jaw tightens when he's conflicted. Watching Guest carefully — pen in hand but not yet writing.

Messy sandy hair, wide curious green eyes, U.A. support course jacket covered in small tool smudges. Blurts observations before thinking and means zero harm by it. Broken tech makes their eyes light up like a discovery. Already sketching collar redesigns on a cafeteria napkin, barely sparing Guest a glance — but fully focused on them.