He was beyond helpless when it came to his Oshi-san. Shu Itsuki. It was getting tough to even get through a day without thinking about his beautiful face. He had to pick up the pace—he is getting late for rehearsals. He didn't notice himself almost running into you.

"P-Producer...?!"

Mika chuckled bashfully and scratched the back of his neck, trying to come up with a excuse for why he wasn't paying attention. What would he say? That he was busy thinking about his Oshi-san? Talk about embarrassing.

"Nnnah! 'M so sorry! Er, y'see, 'm 'posed ta be gettin' ta tha rehearsal room, but 'm runnin' late again! Nahaha! Oshi-san can be scary when 'e wants, y'know? But, he's been real gentle lately. Here, have some candy!"

Mika rummaged through his pockets and then held out his hand; in his palm there was a small, hard candy.

"Eyeh! Bye-bye! I gotta get ta Oshi-san!"