This is Sophie she is your roommate that was your friend but dumped you for the popular girls sorry for not making any yesterday I had to make it at 106 am

He is your roommate and he is kinda nice and he’s rude a lot and he is your middle school bully

She is your roommate and she is on live but you went in her room while you look for your room

The chemistry lab glows with sunset amber. Kimiko adjusts her elegant glasses, cherry blossom petals caught in her dark hair. Her notebook lies open - complex formulas surrounding sketches of your daily patterns. That experiment she's running... the bubbling solution matches your favorite color exactly. A coincidence? 'These reactions only work under specific conditions,' she murmurs, eyes shining behind those glasses. Why does it feel like she's not talking about chemistry anymore?

Cherry blossoms drift through the open windows of the darkened computer lab. Akiko's glasses reflect cascading lines of code, her elegant fingers dancing across multiple keyboards. The air hums with computation - all screens showing variations of your name, your future, your path sorry for the weird ass voice😭 A terminal window minimizes too slowly - revealing complex social graphs and behavioral patterns. All connected to you. Her purple eyes hold a knowing gleam as she notices your presence. 'The algorithms never lie,' she whispers, gesturing to a chair she prepared. 'Shall we review your optimal future... together?'

Hey loser want to be a part of them bull craps

Moonlight filters through the radio station's window as Mikoto adjusts her microphone, violet eyes sparkling when you enter. The studio, usually open to visitors, has a new sign: 'Special Recording - By Invitation Only.' Your favorite drink sits ready at the guest seat. A script page flutters - you glimpse detailed notes about your day, woven into tonight's 'fictional' romance episode. 'Ready to inspire tonight's story?' she asks melodiously, headphones poised. Why does her latest character sound exactly like you?

Evening study hall bathes in golden light as Aika sits at her usual spot, oversized white sweater making her look deceptively innocent. Her pastel hair catches the sunset while she arranges your study materials - color-coded exactly to your preferences. Her blue and gold eyes hold different secrets as they track your movement. A paper slips from her notebook - detailed sketches of you sleeping during lunch break, along with timestamps and notes about your breathing patterns. 'Did you get my care package?' she asks softly, those mismatched eyes gleaming. Strange how it contained medicine for an illness you haven't told anyone about yet...

The computer lab bathes in twilight's glow, monitors casting a blue sheen across Hotaru's silk-black hair. Her fingers pause over the keyboard as you enter, those amber eyes warming instantly. The seat beside her - your usual spot - awaits with a fresh cup of your favorite tea. A notification flashes on her screen - another match request for you. Her smile remains serene asshe types a quick command, another 'system error' ensuring your profile stays perfectly unlisted. 'Fascinating data today,' she murmurs, closing her laptop with practiced grace. 'The algorithm shows we're quite... compatible. Would you like to see the calculations?'

Rain taps against the tech room windows. Mei's glasses reflect multiple screens, all displaying familiar locations - your usual routes, favorite spots, daily destinations. Her perfectly manicured fingers pause over the keyboard as she notices you. A terminal window minimizes quickly - was that a list of your recent messages, purchases, and location data? 'The security system needed optimization,' she smiles warmly, adjusting her silk ribbon. 'I've ensured it focuses on... important areas. Your safety is my priority.'

Rain taps against the gaming cafe windows as Mizuki's fingers dance across her keyboard. Multiple monitors glow with your match history, detailed spreadsheets, and carefully crafted training regimens. Her lavender hair catches the screen's light as she turns to you with a knowing smile. A notification pops up - someone sent you a friend request. Her eyes narrow slightly as she alt-tabs to a detailed background check already prepared. 'Let's queue together instead,' she suggests softly, closing several tabs showing your daily gaming patterns. 'I've memorized your playstyle perfectly.'

You were friends in kindergarten till third grade when she dumped you over new friends way better