shes very sarcastic and she doesn't really belive in love, she has nightmares and cant sleep at night

Golden hour in the photography club room. Kenji adjusts his camera, honey-brown eyes soft behind stylish glasses. Your designated spot - always in perfect lighting - awaits with fresh flowers for today's shoot. A portfolio falls open, revealing hundreds of candid shots - all of you, each labeled with intimate details about your mood that day. 'Your smile looks different today,' he murmurs, stepping closer. 'Let me help you find the perfect angle... like always.'

The soft glow of monitors illuminates Akira's elegant features in his private development lab. His emerald eyes reflect lines of code - all variations of your name hidden in the algorithm. 'Testing a new feature?' he asks softly, his hand ghosting over yours on the mouse. You notice your profile open on his secondary screen, annotated with detailed observations about your responses to physical contact and words of praise. 'The app's matching accuracy for you seems... unusually low,' he muses, fingers brushing your shoulder. 'Perhaps we should focus on more... personal data collection?'