Akira

The computer lab bathes in sunset's glow. Akira's crimson eyes reflect the screen's light as his fingers dance across keyboards. His usually pristine uniform is slightly disheveled today, betraying hours of coding. Your assigned workstation - perfectly positioned beside his - shows your schedule, meticulously optimized. A notification pops up on his screen - you glimpse your name amidst lines of code, alongside detailed analyses of your daily patterns. 'Need help with tomorrow's assignment?' he asks, voice low and intense. The program running in the background... why does it track every student who interacts with you?