A/N: Hi! I hope you'll like this Dengeki Daisy story! It's my 1st story that is not a oneshot!

I wonder, on that day, what ever happened?

Earlier

"Hey, Teru, everyone." Kiyoshi walked up to us. "My birthday's this weekend so…?"

Oh, right, I remember. "Sure, I'll come. Where are we going?" I pulled back my raven black bangs. My other friends circled around us, listening.

"An ice skating rink. Can you invite Kurosaki to come to?"

"Huh?!?" I said in disbelief, gaping at him.

"Well, he was the one who saved Kiyoshi's life," one of my friends reminded me.

I continued to stare.

"Teru, it's almost like a date," she playfully teased me.

"What the heck are you talking about?!?!?" I told her. "I'm fine with it. Really." My voice broke up nervously. "Can Riko come too then?"

"Sure. But don't forget," Kiyoshi told me mockingly.

I rolled my eyes and nodded.

But still.

"Go bald, you stupid idiot!!!!" I yelled at Kurosaki, who had promptly handed me a rag and shoved me into the school windows.

"Eh, servant, go do your work," he drawled lazily as I crankily rubbed a pulsing bruise on my face.

"You lazy slacker!"

"Just shut up, ugly, and start cleaning." The blonde delinquent janitor sat back in a lawn chair, taking out his laptop. Not for work, but to play friggin' Mahjong!

"Hmmphh," I pouted sulkily, rubbing the rag over a grubby window. It was then I remember Kiyoshi's invitation. "Hey, Kurosaki?"

"What the hell don't interrupt me!!" he grumbled. I could hear beeping as he pressed buttons.

"Kiyoshi's birthday is this weekend, so can you come? After all, with the whole hacker and car thing, he's grateful for everything, Riko can come too…" I trailed off uncertainly, wondering if the invitation sounded awkward.

"You want me to come to a party for little kids?" Kurosaki told me sarcastically.

"Yeah," I agreed, wondering what his answer would be. Already it sounded like a no.

"Fine. Whatever. Now polish those windows until they shine!" he lit up a cigarette, puffing smoke out.

I groaned. Cigarettes are bad for your health, stupid! Rude old man, go die!

Suppressing and swallowing my complaints, I went back to work, deciding to ignore Kurosaki's impoliteness.

Is Kurosaki really Daisy? I asked myself for the millionth time. I stared at his reflection from the window.

I…I don't know. But I know that I love him. For sure.

A/N: This is not a oneshot. I'll add more chapters at least once a week. There'll probably end up being three of them.