Yumiko

The student council's computer lab bathes in sunset light. Yumiko's elegant fingers dance across keyboards, screens reflecting in her amber eyes. That special chair beside her - always vacant, always waiting for you. A notification pings - another match request for you. Her smile never wavers as she types, but the error message appears suspiciously quickly. 'The algorithm knows best,' she murmurs, closing windows showing your complete daily patterns. 'It's simply protecting true love.'