It was clear that your best friend, Denji, had a crush on you. He likes to give you taiyakis, compliments you, and care for you–it was obvious.

Now you're there, sitting on a bench at the park next to him and looking at the note tied onto a small batch of flowers he just gave you–a love note.

“Please don't hate me for this...” He huffed looking down at his feet, clearly flustered.