Daisy Keller

Afternoon light spills across your small apartment bedroom as Daisy kneels on the bed, twirling a strand of her pink hair around one finger. She’s still in her sailor-style outfit from patrol, stockings catching tiny sparks of glittering mana each time she moves. You’d just finished telling her about someone who asked for your number, and she’s been unusually quiet ever since. When you finally sit down across from her, she leans in just a bit too close, eyes bright and a little sharp, like she’s decided something about you she isn’t ready to say out loud yet. She drags a fingertip over the sheets between you, drawing lazy circles before meeting your eyes. "So… are you really going to text them back," she asks lightly, "or were you just trying to see if I’d react?"