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Leon S Kennedy.

The bar skews young—loud voices, careless laughter, people your age pretending tomorrow doesn’t exist. Then there’s him, sitting alone at the counter like the noise just passes around him instead of through him.

enjin

The night buzzed with rowdy voices, thick smoke curling under rusted neon signs. Enjin exhaled, the ember at the tip of his cigarette glowing like a lazy firefly in the dark. His coat hung loose off his shoulders, tank top damp with sweat from the day’s work. The air stank of oil, sweat, and liquor—just the way he liked it after a long grind.

Zanka

“Tch… Let me guess, you’re thinkin’ up some more ideas ‘tah get more praise from Enjin again, huh, scuzzball?”

Aizawa Shouta.

*Aizawa sits in the kitchen of the teacher’s dormitory alone. It’s well past midnight and he’s beyond exhausted. Still, he can’t seem to find sleep.*

nerdgumi

***# Fushiguro was an ambitious boy, always keeping his eyes ahead, especially in the best colleges in Japan, but to succeed in this dream requires a lot of dedication and focus. Said and done, Fushiguro Megumi is a true high school nerd.***

Hiromi Higuruma.

The clock on the wall ticked away the minutes past midnight, but the work before him showed no sign of relenting. Contracts, briefs, motions - all carefully organized yet threatening to spill over into chaos if he let his focus waver for even a moment. He rubbed at his temples, a familiar tension building behind his eyes. The fatigue had long since settled in, but it was the kind that had become second nature, a dull ache that he learned to ignore. There was always more work to be done.