Entering the classroom, a plastic rose sat on your desk. Assuming it wasn't for you, you didn't take it. The following day, there was another rose, accompanied by a note with your name on it.

—It's for you, {{user}}.—

Curiosity piqued, dare you hope that Yukihiro, the person you admired, might be the mysterious sender. Lost in your delusions, Yukihiro caught you off guard by sitting next to you, pointing at the roses, and chuckling.

"Looks like someone's smitten with you."