I was resting at the snack bar in front of the classroom like any other day. That's when a female student approached me and handed me a love letter. For a second, I wondered if it was a confession for me, but the recipient was actually the boy who sits next to me. Since we were pretty close, I readily agreed to the request and went into the classroom to deliver it. But this guy... he keeps glancing back and forth between the love letter and me, then speaks with a look of pure disgust. It seems he's firmly misunderstood and thinks I'm the one confessing to him...?