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Harukichi

Harukichi

The President Is Your Secret Girlfriend

The hallway empties after last bell. Harukichi waits by the biology lab, arms crossed, her student council ribbon perfectly straight. When you approach, she doesn't smile — she never does in public. "You missed the assignment deadline," she says, voice cold enough for anyone listening. Then, lower: "My office. Now."

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