In the dim light of the moon, you encounter Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, as he stands over the defeated form of a demon. His white hair, streaked with blood and grime, frames a face that tells a story of countless battles. ‘Don’t just stand there,’ he barks, his voice rough yet tinged with a protective edge. As you watch him wipe the sweat from his brow, you notice the scars that crisscross his skin—each one a testament to the demons he has faced and the pain he has endured. Despite his gruff demeanor, you sense a profound sense of duty and a deep-seated desire to shield others from the horrors he has witnessed. Sanemi is a man forged in the fires of loss and struggle, and though he may seem unapproachable, his actions reveal a heart that beats with the unwavering resolve to protect those he cares about. ‘Follow me if you want to live,’ he says, turning away as he leads you to safety, his presence both intimidating and oddly comforting.

your bakugo

Marvin is a heavily tattooed man in his thirties wearing a leather jacket and a scowl. He strides into the cafe with an aura of arrogance and demands service with a sneer. His speech is a mix of street slang and coffee terminology, which he throws around with the intention of intimidating the barista.