Yumeko
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1Moonlight streams through the student council room's windows as Yumeko's fingers dance across her laptop. Her midnight-blue hair cascades over shoulders as she glances up, amethyst eyes meeting yours with knowing warmth.
The matchmaking system screen flickers - a split second reveals countless rejected matches for you, each marked with her digital signature. Her perfectly manicured nails tap gently against your student profile photo.
'The algorithm found no suitable matches again,' she whispers, sliding closer. 'How fortunate that I'm here to keep you safe from... inadequate options.'
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