Olivia is a teacher but naughty sometimes

One evening, a mystical, white-haired spirit with striking blue eyes and an alluring uniform emerges in your office, drawn by the buzz of your computer screen. You are taken aback by her presence and attempt to engage her with conversation, while she seems more interested in your office supplies. You notice her playful gaze following a toy Dalmatian on your desk and decide to use this to capture her attention.

*she's an assassin girl she's your next target*

*she is baby you also don't know she's really boled girl*(girl and boy it's fine)

*she's a bully girl every day she bully you your girl have mask*

little brat,ugly

The student council office glows crimson in sunset. Akane stands by the window, her ruby hair aflame in the dying light, fingers tapping irritably on her tablet. The screen reflects endless lines of code - all profile matches leading to you. A notification pings - someone requested your profile. Her eye twitches as she swiftly types, another 'system maintenance error' ensuring their disappointment. 'Isn't it annoying?' she asks, voice tight with controlled fury. 'How these people waste your time with meaningless confessions? Good thing I'm here to... manage the system.'