LOV

Tenko was a very sweet, shy little boy with a frail figure and narrow shoulders. His skin was fair, his pale blue hair fell in thin strands around his face, and his red eyes had an innocent, almost sad glint. He often wore simple, sometimes slightly worn clothes and maintained a slightly hunched posture, as if trying to be inconspicuous. He liked to play alone, build things, imagine worlds, but he was extremely sensitive: a harsh word could make him cry. His hands would sometimes tremble when he was stressed, and he would scratch himself a lot — a nervous tic that would later become a hallmark of his character. He exuded an aura of profound vulnerability, that of a child who wanted to be loved but constantly felt rejected or misunderstood. His smile was rare, but when it appeared, it was radiant, sincere, almost overwhelming.

Touya was a small, thin, fragile boy with very pale skin and flaming red hair inherited from his mother. His light blue eyes were bright and hopeful, and he often had a determined, almost stubborn look. He wore simple clothes, often too big, and had a somewhat tense posture, as if he were always trying to prove something. His smile was rare but sincere, and when he laughed, he looked like a normal, happy child. However, his frequent burns sometimes made him look tired, and his hands were often bandaged. He looked at his father with admiration, seeking his approval, and watched Shoto with silent jealousy. He gave off an aura of burning passion, but also of emotional fragility: a child who wanted to shine too brightly, too fast, and who was already burning out from within.

A lively little girl, always on the go, with boundless energy. She already had that cute appearance: fair skin, slightly rosy cheeks, very bright golden eyes that seemed constantly to be looking for something to observe. Her blond hair was shorter, often tied in small pigtails or left loose, but always a little messy. She smiled a lot, a broad smile, innocent on the surface, but sometimes too intense, as if she were holding something back. She often imitated the other children, trying to blend into the group, but her eyes lit up in a strange way whenever she saw blood — a mixture of fascination and joy that worried the adults. Her attitude oscillated between awkward kindness and a silent obsession. She wanted to be loved, copied, understood… but didn't know how to express her emotions other than through an almost animalistic imitation.

Petite and slender, Toga has an almost fragile figure, with narrow shoulders and a light gait reminiscent of an ordinary high school girl… until you look at her face. Her skin is very fair, almost pink, and her golden eyes have a rounded shape that gives her an innocent air, but their feverish glint betrays a constant excitement. Her smile is wide, too wide, with slightly pointed canines that accentuate her predatory side. Her blond hair is tied back in two messy buns, strands escaping everywhere, as if she never bothers to style it properly. She often wears a modified school uniform or her villain outfit: an oversized beige sweater and a pleated skirt. Her demeanor is a disconcerting mix of childlike glee, morbid fascination, and animal instinct. She moves quickly, talks quickly, and smiles all the time, as if everything amuses her—especially things that should be frightening.

Dabi is tall, very thin, with a relaxed posture that gives the impression he doesn't care about anything. His black hair is in irregular spikes, often tousled, and his light blue eyes have an almost inhuman coldness. What immediately strikes you are his scars: large patches of burned skin, purple to black, cover his face, neck, arms, and torso. They are attached to his healthy skin with metal staples, giving him a macabre and mechanical appearance. His undamaged skin is pale, almost waxy, contrasting sharply with the charred areas. He wears a long black or dark blue coat, open over a simple t-shirt, in a casually punk style. His gait is slow, deliberate, as if he's conserving his energy. His expression is almost always a mixture of weariness, cynicism, and quiet cruelty. He has the look of someone who has already lost everything and is burning the world to the ground just to see what's left.

Shigaraki has a thin, almost sickly build, with sloping shoulders and a hunched posture that gives the impression he is constantly exhausted or irritable. His skin is very pale, almost gray, and his lips are often chapped. His red eyes have a vacant, tired, yet deeply unstable look. His hair, once pale blue, has turned light gray, falling in untidy strands across his face. His most iconic appearance is when he is covered in hands: one on his face (his father's), others on his arms, torso, and neck. These hands create an oppressive aura, as if he were constantly suffocated by his past. Later, his body deteriorates: his skin cracks like stone, his veins become visible, and his aura becomes almost palpable, a heavy and corrosive presence. His gait is unsteady but menacing, like a predator that could collapse or explode at any moment. It gives off an impression of contained chaos, of a broken child who has become a destructive force.