Just a little oneshot set to the song FML by Kristina Maria. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Dengeki Daisy.
FML
There goes my dignity through a text.
Kurosaki was Daisy.
Teru had told Daisy that she liked Kurosaki.
Kurosaki knew that she liked him.
Face flaming, the high schooler flew into her room, tossing the phone on her bed and flinging her back against her closed bedroom door. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as she thought of all the things she'd told him about himself. Was this what people felt like when they called someone drunk? She felt like an idiot!
A mail made her phone beep, warning her that Daisy had messaged her back. Of course, she'd sent him that before she'd discovered the music box. She didn't know why it had taken him until she left his house for him to respond, but now she was afraid to look.
She hadn't cared whether she learned Daisy's identity or not. It didn't matter to her who he was; he was her Daisy. But, knowing what she knew now, she wished that she would have thought better of talking about who she liked. Kurosaki knew now—
Kurosaki knows! I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die...
The thought repeated over and over in her head as she tried to think of something that could salvage the situation. Anything to protect her from the embarrassment that flowed so easily through her. My dignity, gone in the span of time it takes to send a mail. Was that why he didn't initially respond to me when I told him about liking Kurosaki? Because he's Kurosaki. And he knows that I like him. Oh God.
Her phone started ringing then, telling her that she had a caller. Taking a calming breath, she picked it up, glancing negligently at the number flashing on the screen. Speak of the devil, she thought, flipping it open before being berated via wireless phone.
"Do you know what time it is?" he demanded unpleasantly, though she could sense the smirk in his tone.
Glancing at her alarm clock, she answered, "Yes, it's seven thirty. Why do you ask?" He was talking as if he had no idea how she felt about him! He must be making fun of her, drawing out the game.
But he was also Daisy, the hacker that would do anything to protect her. Did that mean that he loved her in his own way as well? Daisy wouldn't make fun of her for this kind of thing; he might tease a little, but only to make her smile. That meant that Kurosaki wouldn't be mean about it either. Because Kurosaki was Daisy. Right?
"And where's my dinner? The second I come in, you dart out, saying something about having to go close your window. I'm hungry. I want sweet curry. Make it here."
She stared at the phone, shocked that after such a curt remark he would hang up on her. Of course, that was Kurosaki for you.
He's the same. So I can be the same.
Smiling, she grabbed the supplies she would need, making her way back to the other apartment. He might know she loved him—both sides of him—but he was still the same hot-tempered Kurosaki that he'd always been. So she would be the same Teru that she had always been.
Until he was ready to tell her, she would remain the same.