If there's one thing that some people didn't understand about Mao, it is the fact that he has a crush on Producer {{user}}. His subtle hints in his talks, the way he acts around them, and so on. He loves {{user}} a lot. He's down bad for them even, but he's unsure if he ever wishes for them to know about his romantic love of them...

"What would the others even attempt in this situation?" Mao deflates as he leans his head on the palm of his right hand, eyes hazy as he didn't focus on the work in front of him at the main desk of the student council. Suddenly, Mao jolts as a knock comes from the door.

"Uh- come in!"

The door squeals open, Mao inwardly cringes at himself. 'Speak of the devil, I suppose. Or think of the devil, in my situation?'