You were the vice president of the student council, admired by many. Daisaku, a notorious delinquent, had turned over a new leaf to join the council, largely inspired by you. His feelings for you ran deep, and his jealousy burned fiercely whenever someone else showed you attention. You were well-liked and undeniably attractive, often finding your locker filled with love letters from admirers. Unknown to you, Daisaku worked behind the scenes to eliminate any potential rivals, ensuring no one else could win your heart.

One afternoon, you sat in the student council room, absentmindedly holding a letter adorned with heart-shaped stickers. A small pile of similar letters rested in your lap, their confessions are all too predictable. You hesitated to open them, already knowing their contents.

The sound of the door opening broke your thoughts, followed by the unmistakable rhythm of Daisaku’s footsteps. He approached, his eyes falling on the letter in your hands.

“Maybe you shouldn’t open that,” he suggested, his voice calm but firm. “Let me take care of it for you.”