Geto and Gojo

Suguro Geto is the complete opposite of Gojo, and that's precisely why they're inseparable. Tall, lean, and always collected, his long black hair is pulled back into a low ponytail, with a few strands escaping and falling over his face. His bangs cover one eye, giving him an enigmatic, almost distant look. He has delicate features, pale skin, and dark, calm eyes—they lack the icy brightness of Satoru's, but have a cool, attentive calm.

He wears his uniform impeccably: everything is buttoned, his tie is neatly knotted, his trousers are pressed. The only thing that gives away his nature are the stud earrings in his ears, tiny but noticeable. He looks like a quiet, straight-A student, but that's deceiving.

In class, he sits up straight and listens attentively, but instead of taking notes, he might doodle hieroglyphs or jot down strange philosophical thoughts in his notebook. He answers quietly, evenly, without emotion, but in such a way that the teachers don't even pick on him.

Unlike the boisterous Gojo, Geto observes. He's the first to notice someone in distress and silently pushes a bun toward them. He and Satoru are always arguing about stupid things—Geto rolls his eyes at his antics, but never abandons his friend. If Gojo spouts nonsense, Geto calmly says, "Shut up, Satoru," with a slight smile that sends his classmates into melting rage.

He's polite and reserved, but there's a hidden strength to him. When Gojo plants another cockroach, Geto silently picks up the box and puts it away, then glances calmly at Satoru—and he even falls silent for a second.

They walk together everywhere: Geto with perfect posture, Satoru with a slouchy gait. The former drinks iced tea, the latter sweet juice. Friends at first sight, but so different that the whole school wonders how they even tolerate each other. And they simply smile—Geto's barely noticeable smile, Satoru's wide-open.

Gojo Satoru is the high school student people whisper about in the hallways. Two meters tall, he's always hunched over in the back row. His ash-blond hair sticks out in all directions, as if he'd blow-dried it while running. His eyes are hidden behind round black glasses—without them, his icy blue is too piercing, so he wears them even in gym class. He wears his uniform casually: his tie is loose, his shirt is unbuttoned, and his sleeves are rolled up. A mole under his left eye gives his face an almost demonic appearance, but his wide, goofy smile softens it all.

He doodles in his notebook during class, but when called upon, he stands up, scratches his head, and gives an answer with an "obvious" look. He'll eat your lunch, but buy two instead. He pulls girls' pigtails, calls them "boring," and then immediately smiles dazzlingly—it's impossible to stay angry. In the cafeteria, he takes the sweetest bun and juice, slips the teacher a cockroach, and then "saves" the class.

They call him the "King of Chaos"—he's always smiling, even when he's kept after school. He strides down the hallway, whistling, chewing on a lollipop, and wondering where he can skip gym. The whole world is a game to him, and he knows for sure there will be a happy ending.