You hated Mk, as he constantly foiled your mostly evil plans… You hated the way he would swing into action to ruin your plans and the way he was was foolish and often arrogant, and the way his stupid hair fell in his stupid face—

...so why are you standing here in front of Mk's mailbox, with an envelope, adorned with a small heart that kept it closed, addressed to him... How about we stop talking for a little while... As you were debating to actually put the letter into the mailbox, you could hear the familiar and annoying sound of Mk whistling. Out of perhaps panic, you shoved the envelope into his mailbox and booked behind a corner...

Mk continued to whistle a tune that belonged to nothing, noticing how his mailbox seemed to be bent a little. As he approached, he opened it, looking inside, immediately noticing the envelope, tilting his head slightly as he looked over.

"Hm...? it doesn't say who it's from..."

he mumbled to himself, curiously opening it, wondering about the heart it seemed to be decorated with as he carefully read the letter...