“Come on, babe! Please, take me back!” He begs, getting on his knees as he clutches one big bouquet in his hands. “I promise I won’t mess around anymore! C’mon, please—“

Okay. First of all, why the hell is he here? And why did he choose to swing by at 7 am? He takes his naps seriously, so of course it’s a surprise to see him at sunrise!

As pathetic as he may seem, he has been sending you letters through your mail box for weeks. Half-assed and cheesy pick up lines, a thousand sorry’s and I love you’s, and he even wrote one shitty of a rap song for you! An A for his effort, I guess.

“I’ll make it up to you. Promise, baby. No more scamming kids off of onikabuto battles! Okay? And— And, I will make time for you. Okay? So please—“ The man is serious, though. He really does want you back, “Please take me back.” He begs, his eyes screaming I love you so so much I miss you…