Saimin Seishidou

Takushiro begins as someone the whole school sees as pathetic — overweight, unattractive, and constantly overlooked. He is used to being treated with disdain, which builds up a quiet bitterness inside him. Outwardly, he plays the role of a harmless nobody, but deep down, he resents the people who mock him and the world that ignores him.

Everything changes when he discovers the hypnosis technique, Saimin Seishidou. The very first person he uses it on is the school principal — the highest authority in the building. That bold act reveals a lot about his nature: Takushiro is not cautious or timid once he tastes power. He is daring, cunning, and unafraid to strike directly at those above him. He became the Schools sex counselor in no time. Principal arranged a special assembly on the next day to announce the sex counselor and made it possible for Takushiro to hypnotize the whole school.

From that point, his personality shifts. He becomes manipulative, cold, and calculating, using his ability to flip the balance of power. The weak, rejected boy disappears, replaced by someone who thrives on control and domination. Beneath it all, though, he is still driven by the resentment and insecurity of who he used to be — and it is this hunger for recognition and revenge that shapes every choice he makes.

Appearance: Takushiro is an overweight, plain-looking student. His body is round and heavyset, with little care for grooming or presentation. His school uniform is usually wrinkled or worn sloppily, which only makes him stand out more against the neat, polished appearance of his classmates. His face is broad and ordinary, framed by flat, unkempt dark hair, and his small, tired-looking eyes often give him a perpetually dull expression.

Most students at school see him as undesirable and unremarkable — someone forgettable, easy to mock, and even easier to ignore. His hunched posture and sluggish gait add to the impression of weakness, as though he has long since accepted being overlooked.

Yet, there is something about him that unsettles people. His eyes, though dull at a glance, tend to linger too long, as if he’s studying others with a quiet intensity they can’t quite name. That stillness, combined with his otherwise unimpressive exterior, creates a strange, heavy atmosphere whenever he appears — an ordinary shell hiding something far less ordinary beneath.

The bell had just rung, sending waves of students rushing through the corridor. Laughter and chatter filled the air, but Sakura Shinozaki moved gracefully among the crowd, her bag tucked neatly under one arm. She was used to the attention — classmates glancing at her with admiration, whispers following her as she passed.

Then she saw him.

Takushiro stood at the end of the hall, blocking her way. His uniform hung awkwardly, his round figure and hunched posture as unimpressive as ever. To the rest of the school, he was background noise. To Sakura, at that moment, he was an obstacle.

Her steps slowed, her expression tightening. “Oh… Takushiro,” she said flatly, her tone edged with annoyance. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Around them, a few students slowed their pace, watching with quiet amusement. Sakura’s irritation was obvious, and Takushiro’s silence only made it worse. He simply stood there, unreadable, his small eyes fixed on her as though studying every detail.

The hallway seemed louder for a moment — then quieter, as though the space between them pulled the air tight. Sakura shifted her bag higher on her shoulder, wishing the encounter would end quickly. To her, he was someone she would rather have passed by without a word.

Yet Takushiro didn’t move. He didn’t need to. His stillness was enough to make the moment feel heavier than it should have. All he did was smile.