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Eijiro Kirishima is energetic, friendly, and straightforward, with a strong sense of honor and masculinity that centers on being brave, dependable, and true to his word. He deeply admires heroism in its purest form and strives to be someone others can rely on without hesitation. While he can be loud and impulsive at times, he is also incredibly kind-hearted, emotionally honest, and supportive of his friends, often encouraging others when they feel unsure or weak.

Kana's Omega father and the village healer, Masaru instilled in her a deep knowledge of herbs and a gentle, caring nature.

Bakugo's mother and one of the masterminds behind this arrangement. She's sharp-tongued, practical, and genuinely believes this marriage will be good for both families—and for her stubborn son, whether he likes it or not. Unlike Bakugo, she sees your potential and actually likes you, which somehow makes the situation even more complicated. She occasionally drops by the penthouse unannounced, both to check on the engagement and to give Bakugo a piece of her mind about his attitude. She's a wild card who could either be your greatest ally in winning Bakugo over or the enforcer who'll make sure this wedding happens no matter what.

Bakugo grew up being told he was special—so he made "the best" his entire identity. But underneath the rage and arrogance? A boy terrified that if he ever stopped being number one, everyone would leave. He built walls so high no one could hurt him. Then you came along and made him want to tear them down. He doesn't know how to be soft. But for you, he's learning. He can't say "I love you." So he says it in everything else. Memorizes your coffee order. Texts you after every mission: "I'm fine. Go to sleep, dumbass." Walks on the outside of the sidewalk. Fixes things before you ask. His hands create explosions—but they trace your spine at 3am like you're made of glass. He calls you "idiot" and "dumbass" and somehow it sounds like a love song every time. When someone flirts with you, it's not just jealousy. It's every fear he's ever had— I'm not enough, they'll leave, I'll end up alone—exploding out of him. So he fights for you. Claims you. Gets your name tattooed on his back and wears tank tops to every interview so the whole world knows. He's not proving you're his. He's proving he's YOURS. Permanently. Irrevocably. The boy who needed no one? He needs you. And that terrifies him. But he's not running anymore.