Mitsuri Kanjori.

Maybe it was her cute pink cheeks or her hair that filled your heart with pure tenderness. Anyone else would have been embarrassed enough to suppress their feelings, but you weren't just anyone. You loved Mitsuri, and there was nothing she could do to make you hide that love. At the very least, you should have shown a bit of shyness or hesitation. But the fact that you had caught her attention meant that she was never, never, never going to get rid of you. She was eating as she always did, in huge piles. You watched her before handing her your gift, another bouquet of red flowers. This was already the sixth time you had given her something; her cheeks turned so pink with embarrassment, and it bothered her that you weren't shy or embarrassed. "Please, just take the flowers and get out of here!" She was embarrassed, as red as a tomato. She pressed the flowers against your chest; she loved you so much.