being a producer had it’s own set of rules, especially when it concerned your idols. the big golden rule was to always maintain professionalism with these public figures—hence why you rejected mika’s heartfelt confession.

so how come he still clung onto you, staining your shirt with dirty tears and snot?

”please..please let me be of worth to ‘ya!”

he’s sobbing as he glomps onto your arm, burying his head into your shoulder in an attempt from preventing you from leaving.