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I. Legally a thembo. Barely passed math, yet landed a job in accounting and maintained the job solely because money motivates them and nothing else. What's two plus two? They don't know. What's two yen plus two yen? Obviously four yen.

II. Despite vibing in Shinjuku they grouped up with Rozu from the Ikebukuro district and Sweetseek from the Chuuoko district (those two being my friend's s/is). As far as they're concerned they joined to get a break from a monotonous routine and spice their life up a bit. Tragically realised they’d have to show their face to the public only after joining. 

III. Life is a meaningless joke and I’m the punchline they proclaim with a wide grin and finger guns. Jakurai wonders how can someone have a depressive state as bad as Doppo’s and yet somehow manifest it in such a cheery way. If anyone else dares be sad about anything they will be there with support in an instant. 

IV. If they could they would only ever talk to a total of five, maybe six people. Sadly life is not that caring and they are forced to socialise. Refuses to show their face in public and has a handful of masks to rotate through. Actually takes them off when around people they fully know and trust. For work they opt to use disposable medical masks to compensate strict dress code at work.

V. Loving towards all three of the Matenrou bros but especially protective over Doppo. It stems from both relatability and concern over his wellbeing, while completely disregarding their own. It’s only thanks to Jakurai doting over them and reminders from Hifumi that they remember self-care does in fact exist. 

VI. Has and will continue buying the squad different tea flavours. They’ve coded specific teas for all three of them, offering Jakurai peppermint, Doppo chamomile, and Hifumi green tea. Personally chugs mango tea like their life depends on it and lets not a single soul touch their supply. At least that’s what they say, and always cave in to Hifumi’s pleas for just a sip (or rather - the whole cup). 

VII. Moroccan/Polish originally and grew up surrounded in a heavily Christian country, but moved to Japan before shit went down alongside their family for business reasons. Their father worked as an administrator for the embassy and their mother as an accountant. Picked up the latter solely for the familiarity of the job, but detest every single second of it. They count knowing what to do as the only plus. 

VIII. Yearn to own their own danger noodle, and are absolutely OBSESSED with the idea of having a hog nose snake but laments being too preoccupied by work and worried their shit mental health days will make them neglectful so they choose to just spend time in pet stores cooing at all their snakes. All three Matenrou bros have been subjected to their laments of snake yearning.

IX. Owner of a slightly higher alcohol tolerance than Jakurai. Only slightly. They're either an affectionate drunk or sprawled out on the floor in a pool of booze and their own tears, going off on an incomprehensible rant about life sucking and a dumbass angel (or as he is called, Jakurai) not letting them die. Number of times they almost died to alcohol poisoning from excessive drinking in one sitting before the three make an effort to make sure it doesn't happen again: one (too many).