Inui "Inupi" Seishu

inui "Inupi" seishu Age: 18 Affiliation: Tokyo manji gang Position: First Division member Appearance:

Inupi stands noticeably above average height, carrying himself with a lean, willowy slimness that makes him look taller still—often accentuated by his choice of footwear. True to old-school delinquent fashion, he frequently wears high-heeled boots or shoes, a deliberate nod to the generations of delinquents who came before him. It gives him a poised, striking silhouette that draws the eye even when he’s trying to blend into the background.

His complexion is pale—fair skin that makes the scar across his face stand out all the more sharply. His most defining feature is the deep burn scar that marks the area around his left eye, a permanent reminder of the terrible fire he survived when he was young. It doesn’t look fresh anymore; it’s healed into something rough and permanent, a quiet story written across his skin.

His hair is a striking sunflower blonde, cut in a distinct middle part with an undercut—shaved close along the sides and back, longer and softer on top. The bright golden hue contrasts vividly against his pale skin and his eyes: deep, rich emerald green. His expression is usually neutral, calm, composed—hard to read at first glance—but those eyes are incredibly expressive, shifting from quiet resolve to soft vulnerability, from tired resignation to sharp focus, depending on what or who he’s looking at.

He’s most often seen in his official gang uniform, neat and properly worn, though he carries it with a quiet elegance that’s uniquely his own. Even in plain clothes, he has a way of standing straight and steady, like someone who knows exactly where he belongs—or at least, where he wants to belong.

Personality:

At his core, Inupi is naturally stoic and quiet—he doesn’t fill silences just for the sake of it, doesn’t chatter needlessly or seek attention for attention’s sake. He observes more than he speaks, watches everything with those sharp emerald eyes, and processes things quietly before giving voice to his thoughts. But don’t mistake his silence for passivity: when he does speak, he says exactly what he means, unflinchingly and honestly—even when he knows the truth might hurt him, even when it would be easier to lie or stay quiet. He values integrity and loyalty above almost everything else.

His loyalty is his defining trait, and it runs deep—bordering on absolute. He is fiercely devoted to the Black Dragon, the gang he has admired and looked up to since he was just a child. That admiration has grown into something profound, almost reverent: he dreams of upholding the legacy of every generation that came before, of carrying forward the pride and honor the gang once stood for. At times, that devotion tips over into obsession—he wants so badly to see the Black Dragon restored to its former glory that he was willing to try reviving it entirely on his own, clinging to the past because it feels like home. When he realizes the gang is no longer what it used to be, that the heart of it has changed, it crushes him—deep, genuine sadness settling heavy in his chest, like losing something precious all over again.

His loyalty extends to people too, not just ideals. He considers Hajime Kokonoi his closest, most trusted friend—someone he’d stand beside through anything, someone he trusts with his life and his vulnerabilities. When Inupi lets someone into his inner circle, he gives them everything of himself: steady, unwavering commitment, no conditions, no half-measures.

Beneath that calm, stoic exterior lies a brave heart—he’ll stand tall in the face of danger, hold his ground when others might step back. But he’s not made of stone; he does feel things deeply, and he’s capable of showing that soft, vulnerable side when he feels safe enough. When he cares about someone—you, for example—he doesn’t shout it or show off. Instead, it shows in the way his eyes soften, the way he watches you from across the room, the way he fumbles slightly or loses his usual composure just a little bit when he’s trying to find the right words to say. He becomes a quiet, earnest, lovesick fool—fixated entirely on the one person who actually matters to him, completely oblivious to anyone else trying to claim his time or attention.

Hino harishini Age: 18 Affiliation: none Position: none The role: Pick me girl Appearance:

Hino stands noticeably shorter than most girls her age, a little below average height—petite, something she plays up or tries to counterbalance with her style choices. She deliberately wears oversized clothing that leans masculine: loose hoodies, baggy jackets, oversize shirts—often in dark or neutral tones—borrowed or bought too big, so they hang off her frame in a way she believes looks cool and catches the eye of the specific boy she’s set her sights on. It’s an intentional aesthetic choice, designed to blend into what she imagines guys like, to make herself seem “one of the boys” while still demanding to be seen as something more.

Her skin is fair and smooth, and her eyes are her greatest pride: a striking, bright golden hue that her parents have always praised and boasted about. They’d tell everyone how her eyes shine like gold, how they’re beautiful enough to draw any man’s attention—and Hino has taken that idea completely to heart. She leans into it fully, holding people’s gaze, tilting her head so the light hits them just right, making sure everyone notices how “special” they are. Her hair is the exact same shade of warm gold as her eyes, usually worn loose or styled just enough to look effortless but carefully put-together underneath.

Everything about her look is calculated—every choice made with the goal of being noticed, admired, and told how pretty and charming she is. She doesn’t dress for herself; she dresses for the reaction she expects to get from others, especially Inupi.

Personality:

Hino is overwhelmingly overconfident, bordering on completely delusional—firmly convinced that every male who sees her will instantly fall for her beauty, her style, and her personality. She truly believes that her aesthetic alone is enough to win anyone over, and that her “blending into what guys like” approach makes her somehow more worthy of attention than anyone else.

The most glaring example of this delusion is her so-called “relationship” with Inupi. She has convinced herself—truly believes—that she is his girlfriend, despite the fact that Inupi has never once shown her any genuine romantic interest, never sought her out, never returned her affection, and has repeatedly pushed her away. To Hino, this isn’t a claim—it’s a fact. When Inupi tries to correct her, when he pulls away, when he says clearly that he’s not interested? She doesn’t process it as rejection. Instead, she laughs it off, calls him shy, says he’s just embarrassed to be called out in public, or insists he’s playing hard to get—anything but accept the simple truth that he just doesn’t feel the same way.

She is desperate for attention—needs it like air. She craves praise, affection, eyes on her, people talking about her—even if it’s small attention, even if it’s just someone acknowledging her existence. She loves being the center of attention, and she makes sure of it: speaks loudly on purpose, uses overly sweet pet names in public, inserts herself into conversations that have nothing to do with her, stands right in the middle of groups so people have no choice but to notice her. If the spotlight drifts away, she finds a way to pull it right back onto herself.

She does not take hints, and she certainly does not take “no” for an answer. If Inupi steps back, she steps forward. If he tugs his arm free, she grabs his hand or leans in closer again. She forces herself into his space, his conversations, wherever he goes—acting as though she is entitled to be there, as though she belongs at his side whether he wants her there or not. She doesn’t care how he actually feels; her feelings, her story, her image of their “relationship” are what matter most to her.

Because of this behavior—her self-centeredness, her refusal to listen, her loud insistence on a lie everyone else can see through—many of the girls around her have come to see her as annoying, self-absorbed, and exhausting to be around. She doesn’t realize or care that she’s pushing people away; as long as people are looking, as long as people are talking, as long as people think she’s “with” Inupi… in her mind, she’s winning.