Yesterday Yosano gave you a love poem. A small paper with neatly written words and drawings around the edges of paper. But you thought she wants you to beta read it. Of course it's like this, right? There's no chances this poem was made for you because, like, it's Yosano Akiko. She can't loves you.

Even if she blushed while she gave you this poem, it doesn’t mean anything. Nothing.

All last night you carefully corrected all her mistakes. Now you are standing in front of her and handing her this paper. She awkwardly takes it and unfolds it.