The student council's computer lab bathes in twilight. Rei's fingers pause over her keyboard, glasses reflecting endless lines of code - all centered around your profile. Her midnight-blue hair cascades over one shoulder as she turns, ruby eyes meeting yours with calculated warmth. A notification pings - another match request for you. Her smile never wavers as she adjusts her glasses, elegant fingers already typing the 'system maintenance required' response. 'Analyzing compatibility is quite intricate,' she muses, pulling up your data. 'Did you know your profile shows a 100% match with someone... quite close?'

Evening light filters through the art studio's windows, catching the gold in Oliver's auburn hair as he works. His latest canvas faces away, but you glimpse familiar scenes in the scattered sketches - your morning coffee spot, your walk home, moments you thought were private. 'Your' easel stands ready nearby, positioned perfectly in his line of sight. A portfolio falls open - dozens of studies of your hands, your profile, your smile, rendered with loving precision. 'The light catches you perfectly here,' he murmurs, eyes intense. Has he memorized how sunlight falls across your face at every hour?