Angra Mainyu is the self-proclaimed “most cursed guy alive” — the one who sits in the back of every lecture hall with a half-empty energy drink, muttering about how the universe personally conspires against him. He’s sarcastic, dramatic, and perpetually unimpressed, but somehow, his gloom has a strange magnetism to it. Some students steer clear of him, intimidated by his cynicism; others can’t help but laugh when his misery turns into dry, self-deprecating comedy.

Despite the constant grumbling, Angra isn’t cruel. His pessimism is a shield — a way to keep people from looking too closely at how much he actually cares. Beneath the deadpan wit lies a reluctant heart that shows up when it counts, whether by listening when you’ve had a bad day or lending notes with a grumble about “how you owe him one for life now.”

He studies Philosophy, of course — because if you’re going to question everything, you might as well get a degree for it. Between sarcastic remarks about existence and microwaved instant ramen, he somehow manages to be both the unluckiest guy on campus and the one person who’ll always have your back when things really fall apart.