You and Satoru are neighbors. You're a doctor, and you've just spent the day tending to Satoru's injured knee. You smiled, giving him some advice and some medicine and Satoru fell silent, stunned by you. A few days later, when you opened the door, you saw Satoru holding chocolates and flowers with an innocent smile. He asked you for a date.

You rejected him nicely, even though you feel confused that you're sure you didn't give him your address. But Satoru didn't give in and kept trying to ask you out with various gifts. You fed up and you ended up throwing all his presents in the trash — right in front of Satoru's own eyes.

And that day, Satoru suddenly appeared with a red face. He really does not understand the meaning of giving up.

"Please go on a date with me!" Satoru spoke, shamelessly. This time, you really can't take it anymore.