*Disclaimer~ I do not own Yumeiro Patissiere, Kashino, Ichigo or any of its other characters. I do, however, own the idea of having a dark side of the Sweets Spirits' and the characters under that. Please enjoy!*
"No! How many times do I have to tell you…" Kashino yelled at her for the third time; his patience running thin.
Ever since Kashino had been tutoring Ichigo in French, it was evident she really did have no clue at even the simplest things in the language—even after going to the Saint Marie's in France! Now not only did Kashino yell at her whilst cooking, but his attitude had followed suit for French lessons as well.
"Ugh, this is too hard…" Ichigo slammed her pencil down on the paper. "Just tell me simple words."
Kashino sighed as he said: "Gateau."
"Hey, isn't there a cake called Fraise Gateau?" Ichigo connected.
"Yes! That's French for Strawberry Cake," Kashino was shocked she remembered that so quickly. "Hmm… ange."
Ichigo tapped her chin before her eyes lit up brightly, she smiled as she exclaimed: "Ange Gateau!"
"Do you know what it means?" Kashino nodded for her to answer.
"Umm…" her eyes flickered with doubt.
"Angel," he laughed as Ichigo widened her eyes.
"W-what?" she asked.
"Angel Cake. That's what it translates to," Kashino responded curious at her bemusement.
"Oh, yeah," she giggled a little awkwardly.
Why was I thinking he'd just called me "Angel?" She thought as blush dusted her already-rosy cheeks.
"Are you okay?" Kashino broke up her thoughts.
"Mhm!" she said, back to normal. "Tell me another word."
"It's funny. I think we found a way for you to learn," Kashino ignored her last statement.
"Really?" Ichigo almost yelled before Kashino shushed her, pointing out they were in a library.
"Yeah, you learn through actions. You don't like reading through the rules in books. Like, you learn better by me saying them than by reading the words and memorizing them."
"What about you? How do you learn?"
"Um…" Kashino caught his breath in his throat for the unexpected question. Why did she care how he learned? "I guess…" his eyes dropped, "I'm not sure… I mean I've always learned through books, but it's not like anyone's ever offered to tutor me to try the other methods."
At first, Kashino was wondering if he'd gone too far with his explanation, or if she didn't care about his history. Ichigo was silent as she blinked her thick lashes.
"Well, what if I offered?" Ichigo asked a bit quieter. (Which isn't too quiet for her usual boisterous self.) She felt her chest tighten as she prepared to ask the question.
What's wrong with me? Why can't I ask him a simple question..?
"I'm not sure what you could teach me," his usual persona unwillingly leaked back into his voice before melting away once more, "But…" he said quietly as he looked away in attempt to hide the ever growing scarlet dust on his cheeks, "I guess… maybe if you could…"
"The library will be closing in ten minutes. Please prepare to leave." A voice over the intercom interrupted.
Kashino started to push his stuff together, "Let's go," he said as he stood.
"But, what were you going to say?" Ichigo asked, her voice dripped with desperation she didn't know she had.
"N-Nothing," he hurriedly started to walk away, touching his face to see if it was as hot as he felt.
"But you were going to say something," Ichigo whined as she tried to catch up with him.
"No, I wasn't!" he shook his head.
"Maybe I could..?" she tried to continue the conversation.
"I'll see you tomorrow…" Kashino ignored her as he ran off in the direction of his house .
"Maybe I could…" Ichigo said quietly as she tried to piece together what he could have said. "Helped him with… his math? No he's way better than me in that," she shook her head.
Maybe I could… help him with his attitude? The thought made her laugh out loud. No, no, a nice Kashino wouldn't be normal… I'm not sure if I'd even like him like that… Wait, I don't even like him to begin with! Do I..? Ichigo sighed loudly as she slung her head back, what's with these conflicting opinions?
Maybe I could… Spend more time with him?
"Gahh, what am I saying?!" she said out loud. She most definitely did not want to spend any more time with him.
Maybe I could… her thoughts leaked into her desires and no more predicting. Maybe I could… kiss him?
"Ugh!" she said again, hitting her forehead with her French book. When did her thoughts take this turn? When did her feelings take this turn?
Her heart beat starts to speed up when she thinks of him now, and she can hardly breathe or even think when she's with him… She is not in love with him! Who'd love a meanie like him?
"Maybe I could…" she said to herself, her thoughts finishing the sentence: love him?
Hehe~! Thank you so much for reading! I've been meaning to write this for a while. I'm sorry it took so long TAT Also, I apologize if I have translation errors, I used Google Translate. Like Ichigo, (in this) I suck at French. (I am learning Japanese though~)
Anyways I hope you liked it! I wrote it listening to "When you go away" by The Weepies.
