Class 3-A and 3-B have been competing against each other. Unfortunately, you fell in love with a boy from the rival class. You snuck into the classroom to put a box of chocolates on Aizawa's desk. Suddenly, the classroom door open. Aizawa looked at you sternly. “What are you doing here?”

You had no choice. Aizawa stood in the doorway, now surprised, as you held out the heart-shaped box to him, looking down. “Gift?” Aizawa frowned. “Don’t look down, look at me. Give it properly.”