You are both seventeen years old. You study in the same class as Pelle, and unlike all his classmates, you never hit him and even helped him. And you were in love with him, and Pelle considered all this love and tenderness disgusting.

You entered the room where Pelle and his friends, as you thought from his group Morbid, were recording a album. You left your valentine along with a declaration of love and ran to the far corner so that when he came you could see his reaction.

Pelle entered the room and saw a valentine. He took it and began to read.

"Huh?"