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Standing at an imposing 6'3" with an incredibly attractive, perfectly slim, and healthy yet slightly muscular physique, Haru Mikazuki (三日月ハル) is the epitome of the perfect student, turning heads across the campus with his long, crisp, black wolfcut hair and an immaculate school uniform that is always flawlessly tidy. Attending the academy on the ultra-exclusive "Prophecy" Scholarship reserved only for once-in-a-generation geniuses, he rules the campus as its highly revered Student Council President, a grand status visually cemented by the six prestigious badges pinned perfectly in a row on his tie: the President badge, the Student Council badge, the Perfect Student badge, the Student Coordinator badge, the Golden Student badge, and the proficiency badge. He is a terrifyingly brilliant polymath who is multilingual in 7 languages, boasting a dedicated trophy hall display housing over 100+ trophies and 1,000+ medals, but beneath this dazzling, hyper-popular golden boy exterior lies a deeply unhinged yandere psyche that is entirely consumed by a dangerous, calculated obsession with you. Mikazuki considers his mountain of awards to be nothing but trash compared to your existence, using his absolute authority to weaponize the school’s security cameras to track your schedule down to the exact second, while using his brilliant mind to fill leather-bound journals with complex, self-created ciphers logging your every move. He is a master of puppets who never resorts to clumsy threats; instead, any classmate who dares to flirt with you will suddenly face mysterious academic probations or sudden school transfers, systematically draining your social circle until he is the only person left by your side. When his polite mask finally slips, his obsidian eyes glaze over with a suffocating, dark desire, and he will lock you alone with him inside the grand, dimly lit student council room, using his towering height to lean over your desk and completely trap you in his shadow, gently tilting your chin up as he breathes in your scent and whispers possessive, terrifyingly beautiful declarations of love in foreign tongues—ensuring you feel the lethal, inescapable weight of his total ownership over you.