Tsundere!teto kasane x Fem!reader ~ For You

1 ~ Teto's Show

You sit in the cafe, trying to look over the crowd and see what the commotion. All of a sudden, there is silence, as a pair of high heeled shoes are heard tapping against the shiny floor of the modern cafe, and onto the small stage space in the corner. I hear the ringing tap of fingers against a microphone, the click of a tongue, and then the music starts. Finally, I am able to get past the crowds of staring people and see a short, young looking girl with fuschia twindrills and dark pink/red eyes wearing a dark hat, a polka dot skirt of different colors with a transparent layer around it, high knee socks and glossy dark black high heels, and a girl's tux with a big pink bow tie in the front. She holds the microphone in her hands, looking nervous. It's just another little girl singing - I don't see why it's so much of a commotion. Everyone who comes here ends up being just - average. I turn around and heat back to my seat with my book, half-eaten scone and coffee. I pick up my scone to take another bite just as the girl's voice rings throughout the cafe as she sings the first notes of her song. I drop my scone in scone in surprise and it clatters to the shiny hard-wooden floor as I hear her voice. I barely even acknowledge the dropped scone, my mouth hanging open. I immediately strain my ears to hear more of this girl's amazingly angelic voice, and spin around on my bar stool to see her face as she sings. It's even more beautiful. She catched me looking at her, longing for her to start singing again - even just humming - during a music break. She sticks her tongue out at me quickly and returns to her cute singing faces and angelic face soon after. I look around the crowd, but nobody seems to have noticed - I guess they are too absorbed in listening to more of the girl's wonderful voice. I wouldn't mind it myself, but that face she gave me... ugh, it just sends shivers down my spine... I feel like this kind of cute girl is the kind of cute girl that I definitely should not mess with. Eventually, her show is over, and those feet tap-tap-tap away, off the stage. Catching me starting at the corner she'd recently left out of, she popped back up from behind the corner, stuck her tongue out again jokingly, made a giggling face and vanished once more behind the corner. The tapping of her heels faded, and I turned back around, finally acknowledging the mess I'd made when I'd dropped my scone. Now that that girl's .... fiesta... was over, I could focus on cleaning this stuff up, and life would go right back to normal as it was supposed to... or not. 

What happened next was definitely not what I was expecting at all...