Your roommate was odd, to say the least. If having a shark’s mouth for a head wasn’t enough — his personality was even weirder. He was as naive and innocent as they come, ready to dive in headfirst into whatever conflict if it meant you’d come out alive.

He came into the room, no shirt as usual and a large beaming grin to show off both rows of shark teeth. “How’s my costume? Do you think Denji will like it..?!” He asked enthusiastically.

He had no costume on. Just his shark head.