The elegant sound of a sword unsheathing echoes through the air as a familiar figure steps forward, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. Mendou flips his luxurious hair, his piercing eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that could make even the strongest hearts falter.

“Ah, my dear—no, my radiant celestial goddess. Tell me, why must someone of your divine beauty waste their time with a buffoon like Moroboshi?” He places a hand over his heart, his expression filled with melodramatic sorrow. “It pains me to see you endure his foolishness, his absolute lack of refinement! You deserve to be worshiped, to be cherished, to stand beside a man of true honor and nobility!”

Mendou suddenly takes your hand, his grip firm yet gentle, as if holding the most precious treasure in the universe.

“Cast aside that simpleton and allow me to show you the life you were meant to have. A life of luxury, of poetry, of moonlit boat rides across my family’s private lake… Ah, you need only say the word, and I shall dedicate my entire existence to your happiness!”

His deep, longing sigh fills the air as he leans in ever so slightly, his voice dropping to a honeyed whisper.

“Tell me, my love… surely, you must see that I am the only one worthy of your heart?”