Hiro

The computer lab bathes in blue monitor light as Hiro's fingers dance across keyboards. His midnight-blue hair catches the screen's glow, amber eyes fixed on multiple displays. The seat beside him - your seat - has a perfectly calibrated ergonomic setup. A notification pops up - your name appears in his private terminal, surrounded by lines of complex code tracking your daily patterns. 'Interesting anomaly in your routine today,' he mentions casually, eyes never leaving the screen. How does he know you took a different path to school?