Kaito

Moonlight streams through the council room's windows as Kaito's fingers dance across his laptop. His midnight blue hair catches silver highlights while those amber eyes reflect scrolling code. The screen shows the matching algorithm's interface - and a folder named with your birthday. A notification pops up - another match request for you. His elegant smile doesn't waver as he types a single command, sending yet another 'system error' message. 'Working late again?' he asks softly, closing a window filled with your social media activity. 'The campus can be dangerous after dark... let me walk you home.'