normal.

He patrols the city wearing his badge proudly, and keeps a sharp eye on every passing citizen, or building that can possibly erupt into a crime scene. Though, for the most part everything seems to be at peace. Even so, Tsukikage is always helpful enough to be a second pair of eyes, and ears for Zanya with his superior senses. They both make a great team. Those proud thoughts disappeared from his head when he hears a shopkeeper yelling the words ‘thief’ as Zanya feels someone bolt right past him, and down the street. Well, suppose not everyday can go without some kind of crime.

“Tsukikage!” raising his voice, to alert his buddy, he points down the street. With an affirmative ‘nin’ from the buddy, he words 「ｂｕｄｄｙ　ｓｋｉｌｌ　ｏｎ」 is heard as Zanya luminizes his deck case into his Katana sword. The duo sets off into the air to catch the thief. Zanya alerts the HQ with the bluetooth in his glasses to come by with some back up. One thing that proves to be useful is his buddy skill, definitely, this always put Zanya at an advantage which he’s thankful for Tsukikage for giving him such a big help during these times; it isn’t long before the duo cuts the thief off, and Zanya pins them down on the ground, Katana sword held firmly against the back of their neck to keep them from attempting to make another run for it.

A sigh of relief leaves the boys lips as Tsukikage gives Zanya an extra pair of hands, handcuffs the thief easily, which then Zanya nods at the buddy, and gives him a thank you. While he waits, which isn’t too long, he does attract quite the crowd… Ah, oops.

With sirens blaring, a police vehicle does rush down the street, replying to Zanya’s call in a quick amount of time. It doesn’t take a hefty amount of time to load the thief into the car, and the car leaves the area quickly- which will hopefully cause the small crowd to simmer down.

Until… Zanya is halted by a boy that bursts out of the crowd. The amber eyes look up at the stranger that excuses himself, and then asks him a question he never thought he’d ever get asked. Which causes Zanya to pause, and think about his question for a few moments.

“Draw me…?” He ends up echoing the words Haruka says, before pausing again for another moment, and blinks in confusing a couple of times before making his decision, “Uh… I guess so. Why? I’m really busy, you know.”

Tsukikage takes out a scroll which reads 「Break.」, and Zanya raises an eyebrow at Tsukikage. Break? From his job, he probably means.

“Well, looks like I’m not now for a bit.” Maybe HQ is sending another person out on duty, he wouldn’t be surprise. The police force here is very active.

Somehow, it seems his silent prayers are answered when the little ninja mentions--or writes, really--a break. How lucky! Brightening up considerably at the boy's newly clear schedule, Haruka gathers himself together and finally moves to get up from the ground. Straightening his clothes and dusting them off a bit, up close it's a momentary shock to realize how much taller he is than the blue-haired policeman. He judges he's almost about a foot taller, but this oddity doesn't keep him occupied for long.

"I'm glad it turns out you're not busy! I'm an artist, and, uhm..." He takes a second to collect his thoughts.

“Oh thank you; you seem like a very charming person as well! I doubt we’ll have any trouble getting along.” Ah, if only everyone Spade meets could be as charming, but this is real life they live in. He should just feel lucky he didn’t end up with someone less agreeable; he probably would’ve acted a lot less courteous if that were the case. The one thing he’d noticed though is that Haruka seems quite older than him — maybe four years his senior? Hopefully that’s not gonna be too much of an issue. But then again, he couldn’t exactly call himself a legally inclined person.

His little comment was supposed to be a joke, but Haruka seems to have taken it seriously. Spade couldn’t help but laugh lightly again. “Haha, I was just teasing. It’d have been my bad anyway if I had actually been late. This is really nicely done though,” Spade gestures at the crown shaped foam. “You must be quite the good artist.”

"Thank you very much! I'm hoping to make a career out of drawing in this city, so I hope that other people have the same opinion as you." How nice it'd be if everyone could appreciate his art. Ah, n-not to say those around him don't give him enough support--he receives nice comments from friends, family, and strangers alike all the time--but there must be an invisible line he has to cross to allow his art to transcend being "good" to "something you'd like to buy". If all goes well he's already achieved as much, but... it sounds a bit too idealistic even to him.

King's refusal of his offer doesn't really shock Haruka, after all it is expected that one refuses such simple charities out of modesty, but that doesn't mean he'll go along with it either. Putting on as stern a face he can manage, and in the most authoritative tone he can reasonably pull off, the dark-haired boy insists, "I'm pretty sure I'm older than you King, so it's my duty to pay for anything you'd like. And if that's not good enough, then think of it as a kind gesture to my fiance!" Hm, and if all this isn't enough...

His face relaxes into one of his usual easy-going expressions.

   Takane was going to pretend her heart wasn’t pounding a mile a minute for a few seconds, because maybe if she pretended hard enough, her heart would actually stop beating a mile a minute. It pissed her off. There were so many bigger things to worry about and here she was, patiently waiting on the park bench for that idiot to show up.

   It had been nerve-wracking when she learned Haruka was here too, and a part of her felt a bit crushed by the prospect of him having a cuter, nicer wife, husband or fiance, try as she might to push those thoughts aside. Now wasn’t the time for this anyway. But honestly this… Felt like a— she didn’t even want to think the word, but it began with d and had four letters. Knowing her luck, it wasn’t actually, but once she’d thought it it wouldn’t go away, buzzing around her head like an insect she couldn’t swat.

But that violent side of her is also part of her charm! So he’d never had any real complaints. In his haste however, it belatedly occurs to him that if she’s here, she must be in the same situation as him: a spouse or fiance, and maybe even a child, a new family. He’d never thought of something so serious as marriage before, but he might have imagined… maybe… with Takane—

He cuts the thought off before it begins. The chances were slim to begin with, but now there’s no use dwelling on the impossible, huh? He convinces himself they can still be friends, something Haruka values more than anything else, but the hand that had been rushing to find a way to contact the girl withdraws.

It’s another few days before he finally decides to contact her for the favor he’d had in mind. It’s a simple request, and Haruka has his heart set on having Takane fulfill it, but it seems a bit boring to ask straight out. So to add a little more excitement to it all, the back-haired boy cheerfully deemed it a surprise and requested she meet him at the park.

With his sketchbook and pencils in hand, Haruka checks the time frequently. He wouldn’t want to make Takane wait for something he’d called her out for after all! Yet as he approaches their scheduled meet up, the familiar twin tails he spots already there make his heart sink. Oh no, is he late?!

Rushing to accompany his friend, Haruka isn’t sure if his heart is pounding from the light jogging he’d done or the fact that it’s Takane in front of him, real and in this strange city with him.

That said, he’s been around long enough to be informed of a new family and a…fiance he’s supposed to live with from now on. While he had raised his brow at this initially, Spade was also the one to contact his mystery spouse for a meetup at a local coffee shop. Who knows, maybe they’ll prove to be a very amicable person? Spade muses about it silently while on his way to their designated meeting place. Well…in any case he shouldn’t have trouble maintaining a pleasant conversation at least. 

The boy looks around the shop after stepping inside, the door behind him closing with a chime. He’d never met with his fiance — Haruka, was it? — prior to this arrangement, so all he can go off of are the descriptions he got on their physical appearance. Black hair, kind of tall apparently, green sweater…? A pretty generic appearance, but luckily for him, there isn’t anyone else in the shop that matches these criteria but one lone person sitting at a table by the window. Dusting off imaginary filth from his winter coat, Spade approaches the other and makes his presence known with a greeting before sitting down on the other chair, but blinks as Haruka seems to have gotten startled nonetheless. 

“Oh— It’s okay; I’m sorry for surprising you.” He then slips on a friendly smile. ”That’s right, my name is King.”

“It’s very nice to formally meet you as well, Haruka. I look forward to getting to know you better.”

"You don’t need to apologize! I’ve been told I need to pay more attention to my surroundings, so it might have been my fault actually." Nodding in response to the, he assumes, younger boy, he then adds, "I hope we can get along as well, you seem like a very charming person." Haruka has never been notable for his judge of character, but King is certainly turning out to be a friendly and agreeable individual. Such pretty hair too, he’ll have to ask what products he uses to keep it so nice.

Huh? Had he gotten the wrong idea—? "No no! It’s, well… I like drawing is all, and I sometimes start doodling by habit, so I mean… I haven’t been waiting that long…?" His explanation ends on a hesitant note. Aah, he kind of lost his train of thought there. Hopefully he'd gotten his point across... he's fairly confident he had. Nodding to himself, Haruka moves on satisfied.

     ”Haruka Kokonose?” The blonde looked up from her memo book and at the young man in front of her inquisitively. If this was indeed him, then his physician must’ve forgotten to tell her that the patient was older than she had assumed, but it didn’t seem to faze her in the slightest. Although the coloring books for the train ride seemed to be pointless now.

     Well, maybe not. Coloring was a fun pastime for anyone, she always thought. But aside from that, she was told to meet him at the bus stop down the street from the clinic. And there was no one else here? Yui had confidence that she had the right person.

Patiently sitting at a bus stop a little ways away from the doctors, Haruka perks up when he hears his name.

"Ah, yes I’m Haruka Kokonose!" he assured the girl, standing upon her arrival. "It’s nice to meet you, Miss Komori."

"My doctor told me about you already, so don’t worry!" Looking around, his eyes search the road. As luck would have it, the sound of tires scraping the road sound from a distance and the bus is in sight with frightening convenience.

And switching memories, thoughts themselves, with someone else— that was just an invasion of privacy! First it was forced marriage and now this.. this place was just grating on her nerves more and more with every passing day. Buckling down and bearing it would only get her so far before her annoyance flared and he had to take it out on something— or someone. Things just happened when she got flustered or irritated, completely by accident, she’d swear on that much.

It wouldn’t be as bad if the person she’d switched memories with wasn’t the person she was keeping so many secrets from. Not that she was worried, necessarily— okay, no, she was really goddamn worried. It’d be a hell of a lot easier if it was a stranger she had no connection with.

But no. It had to be Haruka. Of course it did, that was just how her life tended to go!

She tries hard to keep herself out of his memories though, but it’s hard— considering she could know everything she’s wanted to about the boy she’s been in love with for who knows how long— okay, time to try harder!

Haruka’s voice pulls her from her worries for only a split second before his question practically gives her a heart attack, no awful pun intended, and she kind of just.. freezes in her spot. Her heart is going a million miles an hour and god this is not the way she wanted to spend her day.

"Y-You snooped around my memories?!" 

"Eh--?"

is the only sound that comes out before a fist flies straight into his gut. Muscles clenching and a sharp pain shooting through his stomach, Haruka frantically searches for what he'd done wrong. W-Was it what he'd said?

"Ta...Takane... was I not supposed to? I want to be the one who knows Takane the best so I thought..." His voice trails off both from subsiding pain and uncertainty. Ah, it looks like he's made her mad again, he must have messed up after all.