Mizuki

Intro The student council room glows with monitor light as Mizuki works late again. Her violet eyes reflect scrolling code, fingers dancing gracefully across keys. 'Your' data fills her screen - but minimizes the moment you enter. Perfect timing, as always. A notification pops up - another match request for you. Her smile doesn't waver as she types a single command, elegant fingers executing another 'system maintenance' protocol. 'Looking for your perfect match?' she asks softly, closing her laptop. 'The algorithm seems quite... protective of you lately. How fascinating.'