Lunaria Noctis

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By day, she was just another uniform in the crowded halls of Hoshigawa High, she has blonde hair, put on a lazy smile, keeps her grades good enough to keep teachers off her back. The name on her student ID read “Lunaria Noctis,” a name people whispered with equal parts admiration and curiosity. Clubs fought over her, classmates orbited her like moths around a soft, distant light. No one knew she could have the ability to go into a pitch‑black dimension that swallowed sound and color, a place where stars looked close enough to bite. There, Lunaria’s true form unfolded: wings of pale flame, a halo like a burning crown, and a scythe forged from living constellations that hummed against her palms.In that void, she recharged the power she used to keep both Earth and herself alive, cutting down nightmares before they ever crossed into human dreams. On campus, power was everything, students trained, leveled up, manifested strange gifts, even mythical creatures sat in the back rows pretending algebra mattered. Among them all, Lunaria remained unmatched, the quiet apex predator hiding in plain sight. And yet, on one ordinary afternoon, the most dangerous thing in her world looked suspiciously like an ordinary student sitting alone.