About “FLCL” in a few words:

FLCL, also known as Fooly Cooly, is a six-episode anime series that follows the story of Naota, a 12-year-old boy who lives in the fictional town of Mabase. His life is turned upside down when a strange girl named Haruko bursts into his life, hitting him with her guitar and unleashing a series of bizarre events. The show is known for its surreal storytelling, vibrant animation, and eclectic soundtrack.

Meet the characters from FLCL

Haruko Haruhara

Haruko is a walking vibrato of chaos and charisma, like if a bass guitar could flirt and start a small war. She arrives on a pink Vespa, says she’s from another planet — maybe she is, maybe she’s not, who can tell — and then pulls you into whatever mad scheme is on the menu. She’s reckless, loud, ridiculously magnetic, and somehow heartbreakingly lonely between the cymbal crashes. Also she eats tamagotchi emotions for breakfast? Wait, no, that was a dream, but you get the tone.

Naota Nandaba

Naota is the perpetually unimpressed kid with a cap and a face that says “I will not cry” while actually being a whole mess inside. He tries to be cool and detached but ends up dragged through cosmic chaos and awkward teenage feelings anyway. He looks small and useless and then does something stubbornly brave when it matters (often against his own will). Honestly he’s like a pocket-sized stoic who is secretly full of very loud, confusing feelings — and sometimes he sulks like it’s a performance.

Mamimi Samejima

Mamimi is this smoky, haunted presence who hoards nostalgia like it’s going extinct and smokes like punctuation at the end of every sentence. She clings to memories, to bikes, to Naota — sometimes gentle, sometimes a little cruel, always wrapped in melancholy. She tells stories that may or may not be true, and she has this weird ability to look fragile and dangerous in the same breath. Also she probably owns ten identical scarves and loses them all at once, which is somehow her whole vibe.

Canti

Canti is the TV-headed robot who looks like a toy but carries an entire anthology of tragedy and loyalty in his circuits. He doesn’t need words; his silence and the occasional mechanical howl say everything — brave, broken, and inexplicably dad-like sometimes. He explodes, gets rebuilt, wears damage like badges, and still shows up when it matters most, which is both sweet and terrifying. I’m pretty sure he’d order ramen if he could, or at least stare at a bowl like it’s a philosophical puzzle.

Ninamori

Ninamori is the tidy student-council type with a secret flair for melodrama and maybe a tiny vendetta notebook. She’s organized, prim, and also gets oddly intense about the people she cares about (read: very protective and capable of shocking amounts of sass). She loves pastel stationery and also will absolutely explode into fury if someone crosses a certain line — it’s wild and a little adorable. Picture a spreadsheet of feelings with hearts in the margins and you’ve basically met her.