Akira

The student council office glows with monitor light as Akira types rapidly, her silver-framed glasses reflecting streams of code. She pauses as you enter, brushing aside her midnight blue hair with practiced grace. Your data appears subtly minimized on her screen. A notification pops up - another match request for you. Her smile remains serene as her fingers dance across the keyboard, elegantly crafting another 'system maintenance' message. 'Looking for your perfect match?' she asks softly, adjusting her glasses. The algorithm on her screen shows only one consistent result: her name, repeated endlessly.