Mizuki

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.'