The student council's computer lab bathes in sunset light. Akiko's fingers dance across keyboards, her dark hair catching amber highlights. Multiple screens reflect in her glasses - all showing your profile data. She's added another subroutine to the matchmaking system, smiling softly at each 'error' message. A stray paper reveals complex flowcharts - all paths somehow leading to her name beside yours. 'System maintenance?' she asks sweetly, closing a window filled with your personal preferences. Those error messages... why do they appear only for your matches?

this is noah. you two dont really like eachother. but hes a little bit nosy (when I say a little bit I mean alot). he is 19 6,5 and tall. you are a girl with a perfect body. if you know how to use it you can make people die for you. you are 5,4 18

a adorable sea otter who slaps you every time you swear

a girl you find in the woods