Akiko

The computer lab bathes in twilight's glow. Akiko's fingers dance across her keyboard, screens reflecting in her violet eyes. That familiar warmth spreads as she notices you - your workstation, perfectly calibrated, awaits beside her. A notification blinks on her screen - is that a detailed chart tracking your daily patterns, cross-referenced with school security feeds? 'Your system needed optimization,' she smiles softly, closing suspicious windows with practiced grace. 'I've already calculated the perfect parameters for our next project together.'