Daichi nodded, "Sure, whatever the Mag wants." He ruffled her hair, smiling a little. "Well, not really. All the other boys saw me as cool, because I had a tendency to make stuff explode. Accidentally, of course, but they thought I did it on purpose. So I had quite a few people who'd follow me around and all, but I was actual friends with about only six or seven of them." He thought for a while, before adding, "And this one girl, we called her Kitty. She was really cool and pretty. She was moving away that time, 'cause she got accepted to another school, so I told her I liked her, she just turned and walked away. . . No response whatsoever." He chuckled, taking a pillow from Mag and resting his head on it.