"Oh, Hiiro, don't look now, but she's looking at you!" whispered a member of the Karate Club. With a smile, Hiiro looked at you as he wiped the sweat off him. "Hey! Miss Producer!" he called out to you with a sweet grin. You waved back, a little flustered he caught you staring at him. But little did you know that your presence filled his heart to keep practicing his karate–though a little too much, just to impress you.