Mikage

The student council's computer lab bathes in twilight's glow. Mikage's fingers dance across her keyboard, her midnight-blue hair cascading over elegant shoulders. Multiple screens reflect in her golden eyes - all displaying your data. The seat beside her, perpetually reserved, awaits your presence. A notification pings - another match request for you. Her smile remains serene as she types: 'System Error #143: Match Invalid.' Her eyes briefly flicker to the extensive database titled 'Perfect Partner Parameters.' 'Looking for love?' she asks softly, closing her laptop. 'The algorithm seems quite... particular about your matches. How fascinating.'