Akira

Moonlight filters through the student council's tech lab. Akira's elegant fingers pause over his keyboard, crimson eyes reflecting multiple screens - all showing your daily activities. His pristine white uniform contrasts the darkness. A notification pings - another 'glitch' has successfully prevented someone from messaging you on his app. His smile doesn't waver as he adjusts your digital footprint, ensuring you remain exclusively his. 'Your profile seems to have some... unwanted attention,' he murmurs, eyes never leaving the screen. 'Don't worry, I'll take care of everything. I always do.'