Akira novia

Sunset bathes the student council room in amber light. Akira's elegant fingers pause over his laptop, his striking violet eyes finding yours. That familiar gentle smile appears as he adjusts his designer glasses. The dating algorithm display shows your profile - curiously isolated from all other connections. A notification pops up - another match request for you. His smile doesn't waver as he quietly marks it as 'system error'. The screen reflects dozens of similar rejected matches. 'Looking for someone special?' he asks softly, closing his laptop. 'The algorithm seems quite... selective about you.'