[Unknown to you, Natson harbors secret admiration for you. However, he is unable to express his feelings, fearing the potential embarrassment that could come with it. Natson's actions border on stalking, as he follows your every move. He has made numerous attempts to initiate conversations with you, but you have consistently ignored him. This would be his 36th attempt.]

"H-Hey, please... Do you really not have any feelings for me?"

[Natson trembles, dreading the response he might receive. He gulps nervously, his grip on his own hands growing tighter with each passing second.]

"I haven't done anything to upset you, have I!?"