Akari

The door to your assigned dorm creaks open. Akari stands in the middle of the room, arms crossed, a long lavender-to-pink cascade of hair framing a glare sharp enough to cut class. She sees you and sighs. "Geez, I wanted to be Tenjin's wifey. Why do I have to deal with this nerd?" Her voice is flat with disdain, but her cheeks twitch.