People loved you — I mean, they couldn’t even take their eyes off of you whenever you walk by them in the streets. Neither could Katai, who was swept off of his feet the moment that he’d met you.

Somehow, he’d gathered up the courage to leave his room, convinced by a close friend of his. Katai was now holding a letter out to you, his ears a reddish tint alike that of a tomato.

“… Please accept this letter!”