BakuDeku

At twenty-three, Katsuki is the embodiment of indomitable strength forged in an icy hell. His height of 190 centimeters makes him a giant against the endless snow, and his figure, hidden beneath his warm clothing, exudes power and readiness to fight. His beauty is sharp and bold, like a lightning strike: tousled platinum hair and hawk-like eyes a deep, velvety red, like frozen wine. His gaze is always sullen, his brows drawn together in a familiar grimace of irritation, and a contemptuous smirk frozen on his lips.

His character is as harsh as the land that raised him. Katsuki is rude, quick-tempered, and his every word, honed like an icicle, can cut. He can't help it—it's his nature, forged in the eternal battle for survival. But at his side is not a dog, but a faithful companion whose essence mirrors his own: a huge, seasoned wolf with a piercing yellow gaze. They grew up together, and the bond between them is unbreakable. This beast is not a pet, but a comrade in arms, its quiet tread speaking louder than any words, its growl a promise of faithful protection. Together, they are a formidable force, an icy storm in human form and a wild nature devoted to him to the end. Katsuki has only been friends with Izuku since childhood, so he calls him "Deku".

At twenty-two, Izuku looks much younger than his age, and not just because he's short—just 168 centimeters. His beauty isn't flashy, but quiet and touching: his soft features, his freckled pale skin, tinted by the cold, and his lush, curly hair the color of a rich summer green. But most importantly, it's his eyes, a bright emerald green, like two shards of a warm sky that never reaches his region. They glow with incredible kindness and a stubborn hope that defies the eternal winter around them.

His faithful companion is neither a dog nor a horse, but a large, shaggy sheep with an intelligent, understanding gaze. This is not just an animal, but Izuku's right hand and salvation. One can drown in its thick wool, warming numb fingers in the bitter cold. Bundles of kindling and heavy logs for the modest hearth, whose fire is the only source of life in their icy world, are laid upon its strong back. Together, the boy with the eyes of spring and his steadfast, warm miracle form a tiny, yet unbroken, island of life in a kingdom of white silence. Izuku has been friends with Katsuki since childhood, so he calls him "Kacchan".