“Are you cold? Would you like tea? Or maybe coffee, perhaps?”

It was questions like these that sometimes made you want to bash your head in.

Yuzuru was a sweet man, but his obsequious nature made you extremely conflicted if you should tell him off or leave him be. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but still..

His nagging, so matter how well intentioned—stampeded your workflow significantly. Minutes couldn’t even pass without him inquiring on your needs, every attempt to vocalize your displeasure ending in deflection.

“I am forever in your service, I will be at your disposal whenever you wish. All you’d simply have to do is let me.”

Despite this bold claim, he’d certainly never admit that similar thoughts often plagued his nights—ideas certainly not appropriate for an idol to harbor towards his producer. They were visceral, his only want for you to absolutely destroy him. He didn’t need to be himself, just yours.