For a fraction of a second, Mindy froze to the spot, shocked by the sudden appearance of her crush before she was mentally read to meet him. However, in the next moment her expression changed. She was smiling - but not the same smile as she had when she had been too surprised to react to the sight of Syrus in the doorway. Her facial expression itself hadn't altered in the slightest, but now there was something behind the eyes, something manic, something naughty that didn't care who knew about it.
"Hello Mindy," Syrus had said, fidgeting in the door. "That's a great outfit, it really captures the essence of the... Uh... Can I come in?"
She hushed him with a finger. "You need never ask that question. The answer is always yes. And please... call me Mana when I am dressed like this."
Syrus nodded, and hurried inside. Mana guided him towards her bed to sit down upon, while she grabbed a chair from her desk and placed it directly in front of him. "So what did you want to talk about... Cutey?" she said, as rather than sitting on the chair she instead placed her right foot atop it and leaned forward directly onto it.
"I... I... uh... I was worried," he stammered, trying to avoid staring at her leg with little success. His gaze flickered north, but he soon realised that the way Mindy was leaning over meant he had a clear shot of her cleavage and that no matter how he tried to maintain eye contact he'd find it in his peripheral vision. He had to take off his glasses and wipe the steam off them before he could explain himself. "You've been avoiding me these past few weeks, and I was worried that I did something wrong."
"Wrong?" Mana said, straightening herself up. Her hips swayed lightly from side to side as she seemed to consider this. "No, you didn't do anything wrong, not really. I mean, unless you count stripping me naked, running my entire body over with soap, and changing my clothes. Would that count at all?"
It was just too cute the way his face turned pale like that. The horror must be sinking in now, to realise the truth. "You... remember that?"
"Remember what, exactly? The way your hands would daily rub soap all the way up my legs?" she said, her hands mimicking the action on herself, caressing her legs all the way up to her thigh. "Or maybe the way that you would take a moment to stop and stare at my breasts each night before bed, and each morning before breakfast? When you would strip me down and change me into school uniform or pyjamas? You want to know if I remember those? Yep! I sure do."
The girl was fast, and agile, Syrus had to say that. He hadn't even realised what she was doing until she was perched on his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck. "I remember all of it," she had said. "But Mindy doesn't. She has absolutely no idea."
"W-wait a minute. You're talking like you're not Mindy!"
"I'm not. Do you know why she freezes up around you? Because she has the mother and father of all crushes on you, that's why! Her brain just shuts down whenever you're around, because as far as she cares you are far too hot for her to do anything other than daydream. She tried to prevent that from happening. Tried to prevent herself from shutting down mentally whenever you were around. I am the result of that. I am her daydream manifest."
"Daydream... What sort of daydreams did she have about me?"
And just like that, Syrus found Mindy - or rather Mana's - face far too close, and that smile may have been smug and it may have been mischievous but there was something about it that entranced him completely.
"Want a demonstration?" Mana said, what must have been nanoseconds before she kissed him, and pushed him back onto the bed. Now, Mana thought, came the fun part...
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