Anhane Minis

Heart Pounding [OS]

“Whatever you do, make sure to keep your composure.” Minori whispers low, placing her hand over Kohane’s.

She raises a brow. “What?”

Sitting on the fancy couches in the middle of a boutique that clearly is out of place for someone wearing plaid pants. Kohane has little knowledge of why she’s actually here, silently accepting the complementary macaroons while keeping her eye out for when An comes from the corner of the hallway.

She slowly takes a bite out of one, the decorative chocolate teddy bear falls onto her lap (she tried catching it but unfortunately her reaction is delayed so she tries to play it cool, Minori thinks otherwise). 

“Just–just..trust me on this one. Try not to tense up.” Minori reiterates, biting down on her fingernail. She says it in a very particular manner, like I’ve already done this before and I’m just trying to back you up type manner.

Kohane blinks, still confused. Glittery, floor-length gowns were scattered along the room, each having its own small stand to enhance the lighting that shines onto each one. <em>If this is about An-chan wearing a dress, then I think I already have a basic knowledge on how that’d turn out</em> Kohane thinks, her eyes turning every direction around the room.

The last she saw of An was her quickly kissing her forehead and running through the glass doors while screaming. Kohane went at a normal pace, seeing An completely out of view but spotting two other familiar faces at the lobby. It’s been twenty minutes, now she’s tapping her foot on the marble flooring.

“I’ll try?–” Kohane replies, an entire minute after her statement. Minori nods, patting her back before getting quickly distracted, leaning for the tiny cupcakes.

Kohane thought of a dozen scenarios that Minori could possibly imagine for her to end up in hysterics over, nothing extreme came to mind, not one. She’s not the type to go into a complete freak out, especially for something like a dress and maybe prettily-prepped hair, or the look in An’s eyes, or the curl of her lips— None of that. She’s positive.

She hears voices from the hallway, she immediately shoots her head in the direction. It was An and Haruka. Weirdly, An was wearing a white robe, Kohane raises her brow back up. Her shoes are untied, stained from weeks of usage.

Minori mumbles something, Kohane doesn’t catch it as An draws closer to her with a grin wiped across her face. “Hey, Kohane.” An says.

“Hey,” Kohane smiled, leaning back on the couch. “Did you get to try everything on?”

An quickly nods, untying the robe. She pulls the sleeve after a few attempts, (the strings were knotted, she had to call Haruka for assistance) revealing a deep black sleeve. Kohane curiously stares, listening to the muffled whispers and the quick fits of laughter. Minori pats her back again, she’s still confused. Until the robe hit the floor, Kohane’s realization quickly slammed her, her lips parted.

An’s hair flowed over her shoulders, the blues of her color compliment gracefully with the buttons and the tie she was quick to adjust. Her collar is a warm white, her eyes a calm amber as always. Unlike Kohane, who was not calm at the given moment. Trying not to pay attention to that fact only made it become more apparent, watching An adjust her sleeves by the wrist, the rings on her fingers shining under the studio lights.

Kohane tightened her grip on the nearby pillow, biting down on her bottom lip. Minori let out a sigh beside her, staring down into the floor. “I told you so, I told you so-” She hears in the form of rapid mutters. Kohane is blinking, she thinks she got something in her eye (That wasn’t the case, unless An counted as that something).

“We spent quite some time picking this out from the selection, it took a few weeks to tailor but we figured it’d be a nice surprise for Kohane to get the first impression of the suit perfected, right?” Haruka proudly mentioned, swiping dust from her shoulders.

Not that it wasn’t nice, it was perfect actually. Kohane thinks that she could be dreaming, sitting in the universe where An always wore suits and has sparkles following her wherever she walked. Almost too perfect, she didn’t think she’d last the next five minutes before falling to the ground.

“A warning would’ve been nice too..” Kohane murmured, just loud enough to get a weak shove from the girl next to her and a stretched out hey–.

An laughs, her fingers twirled into her hair (which doesn’t help the situation, it’s bad enough that Kohane smiling ear to ear without even realizing, now she might start screaming). “So–what do you think?”

I think you look beautiful, please take me away into whatever palace you belong to because you look too radiant to be mine. Oh my god. Kohane thinks, she doesn’t say. She’s silent, mainly because she’s basically speechless.

An’s other hand is stuffed into her pocket, the half bun is messily tied, her stance is far too casual for someone wearing a pricey suit. Her nature is something that Kohane had always been used to while also being simultaneously the thing that drives her to near insanity.

Her face flushes, one of her hands is in a fist while her other is pressed against her chest (she thinks she might be dying–there’s still a pulse, false alarm). An is undeniably beautiful. Her stare is brutal to Kohane’s heart, her smile is contagious, her wearing a suit is especially lethal. Kohane learned that far too late.

Kohane thought she’d be alright, she wasn’t.

“I love it,” Kohane begins, pressing against the arm rest to force herself on her feet. “It looks–you looks–no, you look..oh my gosh.” She inhales sharply, An takes her hand. “You look nice, An-chan.”

An is towering over her, Kohane looks down to realize that it was the insoles rather than An miraculously growing while in the dressing room. Her thumb presses onto Kohane’s, she smiles. “Thank you, I’m glad you like it,” She winks, Kohane squeezes her eyes shut (She imagined a star coming from her eye as she winked, the wave of shock enough to blow her straight out of the door).

Kohane glances around, only to find that both Haruka and Minori were out of sight, it was just the two of them. She was set up, she wouldn’t be able to blame them either because technically she was warned about keeping her cool. 

“So, should I wear this on—I’m honestly not sure for which occasion, but generally?” If everyday was an option, Kohane would’ve picked it without hesitation. Now that An was close to her, she now had another excuse to drown into her in the form of shea butter shampoo. She could almost lift away like a feather (but if she said that, she’d probably be laughed at by her friends. ‘they just don’t get it’ –Kohane).

“Yes,” Kohane replies, without hesitation. “You’re really pretty in it, like, really pretty.” She replies, for a lack of better words. Then again, she could probably go on for the rest of the week on how she almost fell into an early grave, how she feels as if she’s stuck in some overdramatic romantical drama, or even how she felt a single bead at the corner of her eye.

An presses her palm onto Kohane’s cheek. “Thanks again,” An grins. Kohane sheepishly shuffles. “You know- it’d be pretty cool if you also wore a suit one day.”

Kohane glances at her own clothes, pink plaids with a shirt covered in meme cats. She was out of place compared to An’s outfit. She giggled awkwardly, the top of her head now brushing under An’s chin with her fingers interlocking on An’s back.

“Maybe.” Kohane replies plainly.

Huge maybe, I might not last if we’re both in formal wear, especially you. Kohane thinks. She then remembers that she’s hugging a suit-wearing Shiraishi, red covering her entire face once more.