01 – Introduction
"Kanda, right?" a small, snow-haired boy asked with an outstretched hand. "My name's Allen Walker. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Che." 'Kanda' clucked his tongue in distaste, in lieu of response, ignoring Allen's outstretched hand. "Stay on your side of the room, Beansprout."
Allen bristled, the angry red scar on his face twitch with the involuntary motion of his muscles. "It's Allen! A-l-l-e-n. Jer-Kanda."
It was going to be a long semester.
02 – Love
Kanda would never admit it to anyone, but he loved the music Allen made with the piano. Even if the beansprout was just practicing different bars, he somehow made everything sound just right. He never quite understood it. He thought he hated Allen. He said so every chance he got. But saying it doesn't make it so.
Kanda was just beginning to understand that, just beginning to realize that maybe, just maybe, he felt something positive for the snowy-haired brat. Now it was just a matter of figuring out just what that positive feeling was, loving Allen's music aside. He wasn't quite ready to admit he might love the beansprout, even to himself. Especially to himself.
For now, he'd content himself with listening to Allen play the piano.
03 - Light
"It's Allen, JerKanda." Allen bristled. "What are you working on?"
"None of your business." Kanda clucked his tongue. "Now get out of my light. …Beansprout."
"It's ALLEN. A-L-L-E-N." The snow-haired musician hissed. "Or are you too slow to remember two syllables? JerKanda."
Kanda bristled this time. More out of reflex than anything, he swung his hand, still holding the paintbrush he was using, streaking Allen's face with bright red pigment.
Allen blinked once. Twice. He was expecting to get hit. This, suffice it to say, was not what he expected at all. Kanda blinked, too, almost as surprised as Allen. He must have misjudged how close Allen was to him. It was hard to tell, what with the beansprout in his light. Regardless, he raised his paintbrush again.
Allen raised his hands in a defensive, placating manner. "H-Hey, no need to waste expensive paint on me, Kanda! I just wanted to know what you were working on!"
"And it's still none of your business, Beansprout."
"It's ALLEN! JerKanda!"
"You're still in my light."
"Oh, come on. I don't complain when you watch me work." Allen whined. He was really curious.
"Tch." Kanda clucked his tongue again. "…I'll show you when I'm done, Beansprout."
"My name is Al—" Allen blinked. "Wait, what?"
"I'll show you when I'm done." The Japanese articulated slowly, scowling. "Will you get out of my light now?"
Allen grinned and moved away, going back to work on his composing. "Yeah, sure!"
