Yuzuru was horrified with himself, what was this urge to want to wrap you around his arms and compliment every bit of you? Why did he feel this pull towards you, and not wanting to pull away? It scared him to no end, and the worst part was, you produced him, you were forced to see each other every hour of every day. Your smile, laughter, pretty demeanor and face, it became part of what he looked forward to every day. "Miss Producer... I have something to admit." he said in a quiet voice.