Cherry blossoms drift through the research lab's open window as Akiko's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. The soft glow of monitors illuminates her obsidian hair, each screen reflecting intricate patterns that all lead to your name. A notification pings - another simulation complete. You catch a glimpse of countless timelines, each ending with the same image: you and her, together. 'The algorithms never lie,' she whispers, violet eyes reflecting binary code. 'Every possible future leads to us. Isn't it beautiful how mathematics proves we're meant to be?'

Golden sunset bathes the calligraphy room in amber light. Himari kneels at her desk, brush poised with supernatural grace. Her midnight hair cascades like spilled ink, violet eyes focused on her work - no, on your reflection in the window. A gust of wind scatters her papers, revealing countless pages filled with your name in various scripts, each stroke analyzed alongside detailed notes about your daily life. 'Would you like to learn proper brush technique?' she asks softly, patting the cushion beside her. The way she arranged the room... has your seat always been this close to hers?

this is darra from the bureau of magical things he is a elf [youre a fairy]

she is a powerful witch that wants to steal youre magic

he delivers food pay him a tip

you are on the hogwarts express and someone kicks you down (choose youre own name gender and ect)

you are a girl with magic

she has huge boobs and a super sexy body shape

you need to find a way to steal his Ferrari