#phantom troupe

Chrollo 

Chrollo's first impression of you is that you're unusually timid for someone associated with the Phantom Troupe. You speak quietly, avoid drawing attention to yourself, and seem perpetually worried that you're bothering people. He notices the way you hesitate before speaking, the way you apologize for interrupting even when nobody else was talking, and the way you instinctively shrink into yourself whenever a conversation becomes tense. You don't strike him as weak, however. Chrollo is far too observant to mistake anxiety for incompetence. Still, he certainly doesn't expect what happens the first time he witnesses you fight.

The contrast is so extreme that even Chrollo is momentarily caught off guard. One moment you're nervously fidgeting with your sleeves and apologizing for asking a question, and the next you're charging headfirst into a battle with enough raw aggression to make seasoned Nen users pause. The most disturbing part isn't your physical strength. It's your Ren. Despite only knowing the basics of Nen, your aura erupts with an overwhelming amount of rage, bloodlust, and hostility. It doesn't feel refined or controlled. It feels primal. Like years of frustration, fear, resentment, and pain are suddenly being released all at once. Even experienced fighters find themselves instinctively tensing when your aura flares. Chrollo notices that unlike many people with violent tendencies, you don't seem to enjoy this side of yourself at all.

After every fight, the guilt arrives almost immediately. The moment the adrenaline fades, you're looking around nervously at everyone's expressions and apologizing before anyone can even speak. You worry that you've frightened people, that you've made them uncomfortable, that they'll see you differently now. Chrollo finds this fascinating because the person who just crushed opponents through sheer force is the exact same person anxiously asking whether everyone is upset with her. He becomes quietly interested in understanding where all that buried anger comes from. More than once, he'll calmly tell you that you don't need to apologize for defending yourself, only for you to stare at him with obvious confusion, as though the idea genuinely never occurred to you. Over time, Chrollo develops a strange respect for you. He has met countless violent people in his life, but very few who feared their own violence as much as you do.

Pakunoda

Pakunoda realizes almost immediately that your anxiety runs much deeper than simple shyness. You're constantly monitoring people's reactions, searching for signs that you've said something wrong or made someone uncomfortable. If someone takes too long to answer you, you immediately assume they're upset. If a conversation becomes awkward, you take responsibility for it even when it has nothing to do with you. Pakunoda often finds herself reassuring you over things that nobody else even noticed. She quickly learns that your apologies aren't manipulative or attention seeking, they're automatic. You genuinely seem convinced that your existence is inconveniencing everyone around you.

When she eventually sees you fight, everything suddenly makes more sense. The bloodlust in your Ren doesn't feel sadistic or cruel. To Pakunoda, it feels like emotional pressure that has been building for years. Your aura is full of suppressed frustration, insecurity, fear, and self loathing. It's overwhelming precisely because you spend so much time trying to suppress those feelings. Watching you fight is honestly unsettling. You become relentless, relying almost entirely on brute force and instinct. There is no elegance to it. No flashy techniques. Just pure aggression powerful enough to overwhelm opponents despite your relatively basic Nen training.

What affects Pakunoda most is what happens afterward. The second the fight ends, your confidence vanishes. You start apologizing almost immediately, looking embarrassed and ashamed of what everyone just witnessed. She can tell that you're genuinely horrified by your own capacity for violence. While others focus on how terrifying your Ren is, Pakunoda notices how frightened you are of it yourself. She becomes one of the people most likely to quietly sit beside you after missions and remind you that being angry doesn't make you a monster. Unfortunately, those conversations usually end with you apologizing for apologizing. Still, she never gets tired of reminding you that you're far kinder than you give yourself credit for.

Feitan

Feitan initially assumes you're weak. In his defense, you don't exactly make a threatening first impression. You're quiet, nervous, visibly uncomfortable around large groups, and constantly avoiding eye contact. Compared to the rest of the Troupe, you seem almost harmless. He quickly grows annoyed by how often you apologize, especially when you've done absolutely nothing wrong. More than once, he's genuinely confused about what you're even apologizing for. To him, the behavior makes no sense. Then he sees you fight.

Feitan has spent his entire life around dangerous people, so it's difficult to impress him. You manage it anyway. The first time your Ren explodes outward, even he pauses. The sheer hostility behind it is shocking. Unlike most Nen users, who show control and precision, your aura feels raw and uncontrolled. It feels less like a weapon and more like an emotional breakdown weaponized into physical form. Watching you fight is almost surreal because you still look nervous while doing it. You're not smiling. You're not enjoying yourself. You look just as uncomfortable as always while simultaneously beating an opponent into the ground through sheer determination and rage.

The aftermath fascinates him almost as much as the fight itself. The second everything is over, you're apologizing. Not for losing control, not for collateral damage, but simply because everyone had to see that side of you. Feitan genuinely cannot understand this mindset. In his view, strength is strength. Why be ashamed of it? Still, over time he begins to recognize that your violence comes from a completely different place than his own. He starts finding it amusing when outsiders underestimate you. Nothing entertains him quite like watching someone dismiss you as harmless before discovering the horrifying reality for themselves. While he'll never openly admit it, he eventually becomes one of the people least bothered by your terrifying aura because he knows the person behind it is far softer than anyone realizes.

Nobunaga 

Nobunaga takes a liking to you almost immediately. Something about your awkwardness triggers every protective instinct he possesses. He notices how easily flustered you get, how often you apologize, and how difficult it is for you to believe compliments. Before long, he's treating you like a younger sister whether you like it or not. Unfortunately for him, trying to stop you from apologizing becomes a daily battle that he loses every single time. Every conversation somehow loops back around to you saying sorry for something completely unnecessary.

When Nobunaga finally sees your Ren during combat, the experience leaves a lasting impression. He's used to bloodlust. He's spent his life surrounded by killers. What makes your aura disturbing isn't simply its intensity but its emotional weight. Your Ren feels deeply personal, like every negative feeling you've ever buried suddenly exploding to the surface. It doesn't feel like the bloodlust of someone who enjoys violence. Watching you unleash that kind of fury while still looking fundamentally like yourself is genuinely unsettling.

After fights, Nobunaga often finds you sitting by yourself looking miserable while everyone else is still processing what they witnessed. The fact that your first instinct is always to apologize breaks his heart a little every time. He spends a lot of effort trying to convince you that nobody is afraid of you and that defending yourself isn't something you need to feel guilty about. Unfortunately, your anxiety is stubborn enough to reject most reassurance. Still, Nobunaga never stops trying. Out of everyone in the Troupe, he's probably one of the most openly protective of you, partly because he knows how harshly you judge yourself compared to everyone else.

Shalnark

Shalnark genuinely cannot get over how contradictory you are. The first few times he interacts with you, he's convinced you're one of the least intimidating people he's ever met. You stumble over your words, get nervous when people look at you for too long, and seem physically incapable of accepting praise without immediately deflecting it. He quickly learns that if he compliments you, your response will either be an awkward laugh, an apology, or some variation of, "It wasn't that impressive." To Shalnark, you seem like the type of person who would lose a fight against a particularly aggressive housecat.

The experience of watching you in combat completely shatters his understanding of you. One moment you're nervously asking whether you're standing in someone's way, and the next you're tearing through opponents with enough raw force to make experienced fighters question their life choices. The thing that sticks with him most isn't even the physical damage. It's your Ren. The sheer amount of rage pouring from your aura is shocking. It feels suffocating. Like standing next to a volcano that has spent years building pressure beneath the surface. Shalnark quickly realizes that while you only know the basics of Nen, your emotional output more than compensates for your lack of technical refinement. Your aura doesn't feel disciplined, but it does feel honest, and that honesty is terrifying.

Afterward, when you're sitting there apologizing for making everyone uncomfortable, Shalnark nearly loses his mind. He genuinely cannot understand how someone can go from being the most dangerous person in the room to looking like they're about to cry because they think they upset somebody. He eventually becomes fascinated by the psychology behind it. The more he gets to know you, the more he realizes that your bloodlust is the result of years of bottling up every negative emotion until they have nowhere left to go. He starts finding it hilarious whenever strangers underestimate you because he already knows exactly how that story ends. Nothing entertains him more than watching you prove people wrong.

Shizuku

Shizuku doesn't really understand why everyone is so surprised by you. When the other members talk about how shocking your combat abilities are, she usually looks confused because, in her mind, being anxious and being dangerous aren't mutually exclusive. To Shizuku, you're just... you. You're quiet. You apologize a lot. You get nervous in social situations. You also happen to be frighteningly strong when somebody pushes you too far. None of those things seem contradictory to her.

Because of this, Shizuku ends up being one of the people you're most comfortable around. She doesn't stare at you differently after seeing your Ren. She doesn't ask uncomfortable questions about your anger. She doesn't try to analyze you. If anything, she's the least judgmental person in the group regarding your violent side. The first time she witnesses your aura explode during combat, she simply watches the fight unfold with mild curiosity. While everyone else is processing the overwhelming bloodlust, Shizuku is mostly focused on whether the enemy is still moving.

What really helps is the way she reacts afterward. She treats it as completely normal. When she finds you sitting alone after a fight, looking guilty and embarrassed, she'll casually sit beside you and ask if you're okay. If you start apologizing, she usually just blinks and asks why. More often than not, she genuinely doesn't understand what you think you did wrong. Her straightforward acceptance of every side of you eventually becomes comforting. You never have to worry about her judging you because she simply doesn't.

Machi

Machi notices the anger long before anyone else does. Unlike most people, she doesn't get distracted by your anxious exterior. She sees the tension underneath it almost immediately. The way you constantly second guess yourself, the way you dismiss your own feelings, and the way you automatically assume you're the problem whenever something goes wrong all point toward something deeper. To Machi, you seem like someone carrying around far more frustration than they allow themselves to acknowledge.

When your Ren finally erupts in front of her, she isn't surprised by the existence of the rage. She's surprised by the magnitude of it. The bloodlust pouring from your aura is intense enough to make even experienced Nen users uncomfortable. It feels raw and deeply personal, like every painful thing you've ever swallowed down suddenly demanding to be acknowledged all at once. Watching you fight is like watching a dam break. Years of restraint vanish in an instant, replaced by overwhelming force and aggression.

What frustrates Machi is how quickly you turn that aggression inward once the fight ends. The second the danger passes, you start apologizing for things that don't require apologies. You worry that everyone thinks you're unstable. You worry that people are afraid of you. You worry that the version of yourself who fights is somehow the "real" version hiding underneath everything else. Machi has absolutely no patience for that line of thinking. More than once she's bluntly informed you that being angry doesn't make you a bad person. She knows you're far harder on yourself than anyone else could ever be. While she isn't particularly affectionate, she’s one of the people most likely to shut down anyone who genuinely judges you for your Ren. 

Phinks

Phinks spends an embarrassing amount of time trying to understand you and failing. Nothing about you makes sense to him. You're timid to the point of absurdity. You apologize every five minutes. You act like you're constantly expecting people to get annoyed with you. Yet somehow this same person transforms into an unstoppable force of destruction the second a fight starts. The contradiction is so ridiculous that he initially thinks he's misunderstanding something.

The first time he sees your Ren, he almost laughs from sheer disbelief. It's not necessarily funny, but his brain struggles to connect the person standing in front of him with the aura currently crushing the atmosphere. The bloodlust radiating from you feels completely different from your usual personality. It's everything you spend your daily life suppressing. Once he realizes that, things start making more sense. Your anxiety, your self doubt, your tendency to avoid confrontation, all of it suddenly looks less like weakness and more like pressure building inside a sealed container.

After every fight, Phinks finds himself having the same conversation with you. He compliments your performance, and you immediately start apologizing. He points out that you won, and you explain that winning isn't the issue. He tells you nobody is upset, and you assume he's just being nice. It's enough to drive him insane. Over time, though, he starts seeing your self criticism for what it is: a habit so deeply ingrained that you barely notice you're doing it. Despite constantly complaining about it, Phinks becomes protective of you. Nobody gets to talk badly about you except him, and even then it's mostly affectionate exasperation.

Uvogin

Uvogin thinks you're one of the funniest people he's ever met. Not intentionally funny. Just naturally hilarious because of how extreme the contrast is between your personality and your fighting style. Every interaction with you feels like a setup to a joke. He'll watch you nervously apologize for asking a simple question, only to witness you flatten an enemy twenty minutes later with enough force to crack concrete.

Unlike some of the others, Uvogin isn't disturbed by your Ren. If anything, he's impressed. The sheer intensity of your aura immediately earns his respect. He loves straightforward strength, and while your Nen may lack refinement, there's no denying the raw power behind it. The first time he sees your bloodlust flare, his reaction is closer to excitement than concern. To him, it feels like discovering a kindred spirit.

What really wins him over, though, is how uncomfortable you are with your own strength. Uvogin has met countless people who wanted power because they enjoyed intimidating others. You're the exact opposite. The fact that you seem genuinely upset by your own violence is something he finds strangely endearing. He spends a lot of time trying to build your confidence, usually through loud encouragement that embarrasses you immensely. Every time you apologize after a fight, he's there insisting that you were incredible. Every time you downplay your accomplishments, he's there reminding everyone what actually happened. You may never fully believe him, but that doesn't stop him from trying.

Franklin 

Franklin understands you better than most people realize. He  notices the emotional patterns underneath your combat ability. He sees how much energy you spend monitoring yourself, how often you dismiss your own needs, and how quickly you blame yourself whenever something goes wrong. To him, your explosive Ren doesn't appear out of nowhere. It's just the natural consequence of carrying too much emotional weight for too long.

When he witnesses your aura during combat, he isn't shocked by the anger itself. He's more surprised by how much of it there is. Your bloodlust feels like accumulated pain finally finding an outlet. Franklin quickly recognizes that your violence is simply rooted in survival. Once he reaches that conclusion, he never treats your Ren as something shameful.

He’s one of the few people whose reassurances occasionally get through to you. Whenever he finds you spiraling after a fight, he calmly reminds you that feeling anger doesn't make you dangerous. What makes Franklin comforting is the fact that he never seems intimidated by your violent side. He sees the entire picture. The anxious person who apologizes too much and the terrifying fighter who levels opponents with brute force are both equally real to him. Because of that, you gradually come to trust him more than most people.

Bonolenov 

Bonolenov is unusually perceptive when it comes to your emotional state. While many people focus on the bloodlust of your Ren, he notices the sorrow beneath it. To him, your aura feels wounded. There is an unmistakable sense of hurt mixed into the anger, creating something far more complicated than simple aggression. Watching you fight feels less like watching someone enjoy violence and more like watching someone finally stop holding themselves back.

He finds your tendency to apologize especially heartbreaking because it often seems disconnected from reality. You apologize when you're scared, when you're nervous, when you're angry, and sometimes when you're simply existing in the same room as other people. Bonolenov gradually realizes that you've become so accustomed to taking responsibility for everything that you barely question it anymore.

Because of this, he's one of the few people who occasionally challenges your self perception directly. He gently points out the emotions you're trying to ignore. He notices the sadness hidden underneath the frustration. Sometimes these observations make you uncomfortable because they're a little too accurate. Still, Bonolenov never judges you for it. He sees your kindness just as clearly as he sees your anger, and he understands that both parts of you grew from the same experiences.

Kortopi

Kortopi doesn't speak much, which makes him very easy for you to be around. He never pressures you into conversations, never asks invasive questions, and never demands explanations for your behavior. Because of that, you gradually become more comfortable around him than you initially expected.

Like several of the others, Kortopi is caught off guard the first time he sees you fight. The gap between your normal demeanor and your combat presence is impossible to ignore. One moment you're quietly standing off to the side, and the next your aura is flooding the battlefield with incredible hostility. The violence feels disproportionate compared to the person everyone knows outside of combat.

What Kortopi notices most, however, is your guilt afterward. He frequently finds you sitting alone after missions, looking exhausted and emotionally drained. You almost always start apologizing the moment you realize he's there. While Kortopi rarely says much, his presence becomes comforting in its own way. He never acts frightened of you. He never looks at you differently after seeing your Ren. He simply treats you exactly the same as before. Over time, that quiet acceptance becomes something you rely on.

Hisoka 

Hisoka is fascinated by you almost immediately, though not for the reasons most people expect. At first glance, you appear completely unremarkable. You're shy, anxious, socially awkward, and visibly uncomfortable in most situations. If anything, you seem like the type of person who actively avoids conflict. That first impression makes the reality infinitely more entertaining when he finally sees you fight.

The moment your Ren explodes outward, Hisoka's interest skyrockets. The bloodlust radiating from your aura is overwhelming, ugly, and utterly genuine. Unlike many fighters who cultivate intimidating presences intentionally, your aura feels completely unfiltered. There is no performance involved. No attempt to appear frightening. It's simply years of buried emotion pouring out all at once. Hisoka finds this endlessly interesting because it creates such a stark contrast with your normal personality.