Someone special. She glances down, at Miu's hand holding her own. It's a warm touch, light and unassuming - like everything about Kotori Miu, honestly. She leaves an impression but it doesn't feel like it's truly meant to settle with you in any fashion. Here's my magic, more amazing than most; it's useless to us both. And this conversation is the same, she thinks, though she doesn't pull her hand away.

"I don't care about that. About having someone, I mean." She looks away, feeling weirdly self-conscious. Like her swollen legs are visible to the entire world right now, her bad technique and her ceaseless attempts to improve. "But Miu-chan is a different type of person." She smiles, effortlessly, her voice turning less restricted by habit while she turns the subject away from herself again; after all, there's literally nothing to tell. "So there's a story here, I bet. For you."