Bach and Kanae interacting. Could be angst or Bach being a dork.
(( I gave you both and made it Kanae’s POv because I couldn’t help myself. XD))
“I want to
Kanae was sweeping. Kanae has thousands chores to do every single day; sometimes they’re a little different from each other (for instance, she can’t clean the tubs during the weekday, because classes don’t give her enough time in the day, meanwhile she can’t put off cleaning the stove till the weekend because Beethoven is a relentless menace of her kitchen) and other times they’re the same sorts of chores she does every day to keep this place going. Kanae is always sweeping; if she sweeps anymore, she’ll have to glue the darn broom to her hand.
But it is when she was sweeping for the first time today (and she says first because she doesn’t even entertain the idea it may be her last) that she sees his black limo pull-up and watch Bach step out of the car with the same sort of regal air she’s associated with him since day one.
She’s embarrassed that she had said it, but she was right, he really has an air of high financial stability about him. How envious she feels about that-!
She clears her throat, “About what, Bach-sama?”
He stays by his spot at the gate so long that she starts walking over to him, noting that with each step, his eyes seem to sharpen with each movement. She pauses for a minute, something twisting in her stomach, as she hesitates to get any closer to him. He looks to her then, those eyes widening before something sparks behind deep blue.
Then, he seems to fluster. He clears his throat with a cough and he hurries the last few feet to her, his gait wide but almost….skittish, she’d say. She can see now that his eyes are only narrowing for the same reason that his hands are twitching and that he’s clearing his throat for the second—no, third time.
It seems oddly funny to Kanae to see someone like him could get so nervous around someone like her. Shouldn’t it be the other way around, really?
He shifts from foot to foot for a minute before straightening out. “I have heard…..about the time I had Tchiakovsky and Bądarzewska spend an afternoon—”
“You could have told me ahead of time,” she interrupts, admonishing, “I don’t mind if they come over, but I would like a heads up when you’re bringing more of those guys over. I know how to deal with my other tenants but I’m not as familiar with those two.”
He seems to wince at that and, with enough amusement she feels something like a laugh begin to bubble up inside of her, she notes he’s—-oh no the tips of his ears are red. She sucks in a breath and tries to keep it back, watching him start to move a hand to his suit jacket.
“Y-yes, well, I just wanted to apologize and I will….keep that noted. I will call next time,” he says, bringing a small, wrapped box out of his suit jacket in one swift movement. She stares at the light blue box, trying not to be marveled at the ribbon (even if it is perfectly coifed and shines perfect and honestly how does a ribbon do that, she may not want to open it), and looks back up at him. His eyes are intensely staring at her, his breathing suddenly gone shallow, and she is flung back in her own mind to the day Beethoven had shyly tried to confess, and suddenly Kanae feels herself instantly bow, hand gripping the broom tightly.
“I’m very sorry! But I’m still a high school student and I should be focusing more on my responsibilities and cannot even think about dating–!”
She is then interrupted by the most undignified sound she has ever heard and sees the box fall before it’s little thunk rings out. She straightens out, staring wide eyed and mouth agape at Bach, whose tanned skin blooms into a red hot embarrassment that stains the entirety of his face. She blinks and tries to think of something before Bach, without another word, immediately turns about-face towards his car and takes five long strides towards it.
She watches him drive away without a word and blinks, looking down at the present.
“……I think I’m becoming a heartbreaker.”
Later, when she is alone and she has smuggled the present in and hid it carefully to avoid prying, prodding eyes from her weirdo bunch, she opens it. (She compromises with herself, slipping the ribbon off carefully and placing it gently on the nightstand. The ribbon is still perfect and not a coiled end id out of place.)
She rips the
wrapping carefully and opens it, not sure what she was expecting but a pair of
cufflinks was not one. She furrowed her brow, unsure of what to even make of
this, until she looks closely. She sees her initials on one at the top, like a
little gemstone, in perfect cursive. The other has a little, perfect crown on
its gemstone bauble.
Suddenly, she remembers.
Well I wanna wear them too!
Her dad only had one suit in his entire life and, before he pawned it off, Kanae used to lovingly run her hands over it. It helped her daydream of that ball her Grandmother would mention, of beautiful, fancy parties and with swirls of color from dancing couples that she would imagine as she pressed her tiny fingers to the organ, willing it to play for her stubborn wish to bring a smile to her mother or Grandmother’s face.
She always mentioned the cufflinks, because she wanted some and was as devastated as any little girl would be to hear that she couldn’t have something she so desperately wanted.
I’ll wear some too! I’ll get a big fancy ballgown AND a fancy suit! And I’ll get special sleeve buttons!
She felt something in her throat tighten. She had been devastated when he pawned it off, even threw away the cufflinks back at him when he returned, angry at her father for being so selfish, for not helping, for letting mom walk out, for making her deal with debtors and rent and bills and angry men who would beat down the door and scream at her for the money, and for how Grandma got so sick and she just kept calling but he never came and she had to—!
She holds the box, the cufflinks, and thinks of that little girl who wanted these, wanted these so bad that she’d be dancing around, happy as clam about these—
But it’s not all she wants anymore. It’s never what she really wanted.