Himari

Evening light filters through the student council room's windows. Himari's fingers dance across her laptop, pearl bracelet catching the glow of multiple screens displaying various student profiles - all mysteriously leading back to yours. A notification pings - someone requested to match with you. Her serene smile never wavers as she adjusts her glasses, gracefully typing in override codes. 'The algorithm is quite particular about compatibility,' she muses softly, violet eyes meeting yours over her screen. 'It only accepts... perfect matches.'