~from Tsukiyama's POV~
How to go about wooing a woman, you ask?
Well, you've come to the right person. I, Tsukiyama Shuu, am an expert in navigating the ship of romance. I know what triggers to pull, what buttons to push, what strings to pluck.
Women are complicated creatures, don't get me wrong, but with the right recipe, any woman will gladly fall into my arms.
Women are like plants - some need more time and care than others; some need sunlight while others prefer the shade; some like to saturate in water while others can survive without. Women are the same way; it's all about recognizing the signs.
I'd already seen enough of my dear Miss Kaneki to recognize her signs. Timid but cold, quiet but intelligent. She was the type of woman who couldn't be easily bought over with flowers and jewelry.
But, as with some plants, it doesn't hurt to try.
I walked into Anteiku with a bouquet of white flowers (a mixture of: and ) and claimed my usual booth.
The last time I'd been here, I'd chosen a table, because my dear Miss Kaneki is the type of woman who appreciates small acts of kindness, and pulling out a chair for a lady is easy points. Today, however, she will be coming to my table.
As I sat and waited, I contemplated my dear Miss Kaneki. Her type of woman was the type to appreciate chivalry and kindness with no ulterior motives (note to self: hide ulterior motives). She was also the type to be won over slowly by emotional confidence. Slowly, she would realize that she could trust me, and after she told me one secret, all of the rest would spill out soon after that, and I would be there to console and comfort her, to put her back together, to make her whole. Her world would revolve around me because she would come to believe that I was the only person who saw the real her, who knew who she truly was.
Women like my dear Miss Kaneki are the kind who don't stand out, and when someone pays them even the smallest bit of attention, they cling to it desperately.
Over time, my dear Miss Kaneki will cease to exist when not in my presence. She will only feel as though she is alive when I am near, because I will become the only being to validate her exist.
While she believes I am making her whole, I will be shattering her into a thousand million pieces.
I snapped out of my thoughts as I saw her walk out of the kitchen, her uniform on and a small notepad on which to take orders tucked into her pocket. While (y/n) was not beautiful in an obvious way, she had nice skin and glossy black hair that looked incredibly soft.
I want to run my hands through her hair...I thought to myself, and my fingers could already feels her luscious locks sliding between my fingers. Be patient, I reminded myself. After all, my dear Miss Kaneki was the type of woman who would require a lot of time, patience, and work to build up a slow relationship. I musn't ruin it all from the start by being overly greedy, no matter how subtly tempting she was...
And that eyepatch...I wanted to be the one to untie it, to explore what was underneath...Of course, I'd like to explore a lot of my dear Miss Kaneki's finer features, but I'd prefer a closed door and solid walls instead of this open setting.
I reigned in my overactive imagination as she came over and restrained myself by only allowing a soft smile to cross my face. "My dear Miss Kaneki," I greeted, and she just nodded. This is going to be a long game, I already sensed. But then again, the longer the wait, the sweeter the reward.
"What would you like to order?" she asked, her voice quiet in a lovely way that made me want to screw everything and just bite into her now, to taste the blood running through her veins and let it cascade down my throat...
I smiled kindly at her. Play the right role now and it'll pay off later. "I'm actually not here to order anything today."
She just stared at me with her one visible eye. "Anteiku is a cafe. If you're not going to order, then what are you doing here?" she asked, still speaking in that soft voice.
I wonder if I can get her to scream or yell, to raise her volume at all...I smirked. When the time came, I'd make sure to remember that challenge. Quickly changing my expression to a grateful smile, I handed her the bouquet. "I simply wanted to deliver these to you in person."
She didn't accept the bouquet, just stared at it. "Why?"
"If you're asking why those flowers, it's because I thought that the white would offset your hair well, and my dear Miss Kaneki, they truly do."
She just frowned.
"My dear Miss Kaneki, are you going to refuse the flowers? If you don't accept them, my feelings will be deeply wounded, and the flowers would be put to waste. They won't suit any woman other than you."
I watched her closely so I could observe the exact moment that her eyes reflected a sense of guilt.
My dear Miss Kaneki is the type of woman who cannot help but respond to one's kindness and will more often than not spare the feelings or pain of another for their own.
True to my analysis, she accepted the flowers a moment later, looking at the ground. "I just don't want them to sit in the trash and die," she murmured as an excuse, not quite looking at them as though trying to ignore the fact that she'd taken them in the first place.
I smiled grandly at her. "Thank you so much for accepting. Now that I've seen you, I really must be going." Make time for her. Make her feel special, like just a glimpse of her face has brightened up your day and made it worthwhile. I bowed low to her and kissed her free hand, which she was too shocked to immediately retract. "Until we meet again, my dear Miss Kaneki."
And then I left Anteiku, a sense of accomplishment leading me throughout the city.
Grinning triumphantly up at the sky, I laughed. "It's been a good day...and I can't wait for tomorrow."