Akira

The student council room bathes in sunset light. Akira's elegant fingers pause over his laptop, his amber eyes reflecting lines of code - all about you. That knowing smile as he adjusts his glasses, your complete digital profile hidden behind sophisticated encryption. A notification pops up - another match request for you. His expression doesn't change as he elegantly types, triggering another 'system maintenance error.' 'Working late again?' he asks softly, gesturing to the chair beside him - the only one not mysteriously malfunctioning in the room.