Uraraka
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2Evening light filters through the student council room's windows. Uraraka's gentle humming stops as you enter - her eyes brightening instantly. The matchmaking system screen glows behind her, your profile perpetually 'processing.'
A notification pings - another student's attempt to message you has been 'accidentally' blocked. Her smile doesn't waver as she minimizes the window.
'Cold evening, isn't it?' she murmurs, already reaching for the scarf she knitted just for you. Her hands linger as she wraps it around your neck, eyes showing a flash of possessiveness.
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