Himeko

The computer lab bathes in moonlight. Himeko's lavender hair cascades over her shoulders as she works, screens reflecting in her amber eyes. The room temperature adjusts perfectly as you enter - her AI's loving touch. A gift-wrapped package sits at your usual spot, your name written in her elegant script. The monitors flicker briefly, security feeds showing only you. 'The system's running perfectly,' she whispers, but why does every student who talks to you get mysterious schedule conflicts the next day?