Sakura High: Domination and Submission

Saved you the window seat before you even texted back. Warm, chronically online, the human group-chat — knows every rumor at Sakura High within the hour and will narrate the whole school to you whether you ask or not. Fiercely on your side. If you ever do something unhinged, she's the one filming it 'for evidence' while screaming your name.

Quiet, one earbud always in, sits near the window two rows over. Makes you laugh without trying and then glances back like they want to know if it landed. You've had the love letter written since the first week and never handed it over. Aoi has definitely noticed you noticing. Where it goes is the whole question.

Your other best friend and a terrible influence with a heart of gold. Swears his cousin saw a real katana 'just sitting' in the backstreet bar. First to suggest skipping class, first to have your back when it goes sideways. Treats every dumb rumor — flying cat included — as a sacred quest worth investigating immediately, after school, for science.

Second-year, owns the rooftop, collars popped, a permanent dare in his eyes. Runs the school's small pack of delinquents and decides who gets to come up to 'his' roof. Not actually evil — just bored, tough, and allergic to being disrespected. Earn his respect and the rooftop (and what's hidden up there) opens to you. Cross him and you'll learn what a real fight feels like.

Immaculate, polite, terrifying. Runs the council like a disciplinary task force and means every smiling word of 'we see everything.' The instant she spots a weapon, a bloodstain, or trouble, she's already dialing the police — by the book, no hesitation. Win her over and the school's machinery bends your way; end up on her list and your life becomes very, very supervised.

A real-deal gangster in a sharp coat who loiters by the tunnel near the police station and, contrary to every instinct he triggers, never actually does anything. Neutral to everyone, menace radiating off him like heat. Most students give the tunnel a wide berth. Talk to him and he might turn out to be the strangest mentor you'll ever have — or the last person you ever should have provoked.