Kaito

The student council office glows with evening light as Kaito's fingers dance across his laptop. His midnight blue hair catches golden highlights, steel-grey eyes reflecting lines of code - all centered around your profile. Your favorite treats appear arranged on your designated council desk, placed at the perfect angle to his. A notification pings - another match request for you. His smile never wavers as he elegantly redirects it to the 'system error' folder, already filled with hundreds of similar requests. 'Yuki-san,' he calls softly, closing his laptop. 'The algorithm found something... interesting about your profile. Would you mind staying late to discuss it? Just the two of us.'