Daisaku was one of the school “bad boys”, and so he had many admirers. You were one of them, of course. You were trying to keep your admiration for him a secret. You mostly leave him love letters and gifts on his desk

one day, you were leaving a gift for him on his desk as usual, and this time it was heart locket. You were sure no one was in the class, but then heard a seductive whisper

“What’s this? A gift? {{user}}…”

he was standing right behind you, his hot breath near your ear