#spacepandar

“Hayasaka-kun,” Kurosaki barks, a deranged light in her eyes. “We need to go shopping!”

“Uh, for what?” he asks, raising his broom to fend her off if she tries to tackle him into a hug. Dammit, if only Yui were here to help even the odds!

“For my ~one~ ~week~ ~anniversary~,” she trills, spinning in three wide twirls that traverse the whole span of the room. Sometimes Hayasaka is amazed by the way she moves, and then she’ll do something like fall flat on her face while begging Ayabe for lunch. 

That seems like a pretty fast milestone to celebrate, but what does Hayasaka know? “Okay, we’ll go after this. Help me wipe the table.”

She salutes him and gets to work vigorously scrubbing the table, moving at a speed that’s quick enough to strip a layer of wood away.

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The problem with shopping with Kurosaki is that neither of them is a particularly skilled gift giver.

“What does Okegawa like?” Hayasaka asks as they peruse the shelves of the bookstore they’re in. Kurosaki is holding A History of Knives in one hand and Sew Your Own Plushies: 15 Kawaii Patterns for A Modern Princess in the other.

“...not books,” Kurosaki says blankly.

“Oh, right.”

They head over to a jewelry store next, and stare at the sparkling pendants and adorable earrings, completely overwhelmed by the options.

“Does Okegawa wear gold chains? You could get him one of those.” Hayasaka points to the display with gold chains of varying weights.

“I don’t think Banchou likes having things around his neck,” Kurosaki says as she examines a huge golden dragon brooch. “He always loosens his collar.”

“Hm. Maybe jewelry isn’t the right fit. What about something useful? Like hair gel,” Hayasaka suggests as they exit. 

“That’s too boring! This is my anniversary we’re talking about, Hayasaka-kun!” She reaches her hands up, clutching at his shoulders to shake him.

Hayasaka’s head bounces back and forth like a balloon on a string. “Okay, okay, I get it.” 

They wander in and out of three more stores before getting bored and going to the arcade to refresh their energy. Twenty rhythm game battles later, Kurosaki’s eyes suddenly light up.

“That’s it! The limited edition Space Nekomata-san!” 

She points at the claw crane filled with those weird little cat guys from that one kid’s cartoon.

“You want one of those?”

“No! But Banchou would!”

Hayasaka watches dubiously as she shoves a couple hundred yen into the machine and begins moving the claw over to a Nekomata wearing a spacesuit. He expects the cat to flop right out of the claw’s grip, but somehow Kurosaki’s wiggling the joystick in such a way that it keeps the doll trapped as it travels toward the chute. Hayasaka holds his breath, but Nekomata-san makes it safely home.

“Perfect,” Kurosaki crows as she tucks the cat under her arm.

“Wait, how did you do that?”

“Oh, I’m just good at these kinds of games.”

“Teach me,” Hayasaka says, even though he doesn’t actually want a space cat.

“Hohoho, certainly, young man. Money please.” She holds her hand out until Hayasaka dumps some change into her palm. “First, we need to scope out the weakest member of the crew. See that loner in the corner? We’ll target him.”

Strategic. “Got it.” 

Hayasaka watches as Kurosaki adds another Nekomata to her collection and then takes the helm. On his first attempt, he fails miserably, so of course he has to try again. And then again. By his fifth try, he’s no closer to winning, so Kurosaki illustrates again, and there’s now a third Nekomata sitting next to its brothers.

“One more try,” Hayasaka swears as he shoves another coin in the machine.

“You can do it!” Kurosaki cheers, but Hayasaka suspects she doesn’t believe it.

Twenty-five minutes and another four Nekomatas for Kurosaki later, Hayasaka finally succeeds in catching his own. What used to be a strange and unappealing mustached creature has suddenly become beloved in his eyes. He smiles down at the Space Nekomata in his hands.

“Hurray, Hayasaka-kun, you did it!!” Kurosaki wipes a single tear away from the corner of her eye, and Hayasaka doesn’t even have the heart to be offended.

“What are you two crying about,” a voice asks from behind them, and they whirl around to see Okegawa himself staring down at them.

“Banchou!” Kurosaki says, her face bright.

“M-Morse,” he replies gruffly, quickly hiding the bag in his hands behind his back. Hayasaka has to wonder at what point in a relationship people start calling each other by their actual names, but he decides it’s better not to ask. They’ll wind up married with kids who think their parents are named Banchou and Morse.

“Happy one week anniversary! I got you a gift!” Kurosaki thrusts her armful of Nekomatas at Okegawa, who takes a step back in slight alarm as he receives them. But his eyes begin shining shortly afterwards. Apparently Kurosaki knows her boyfriend better than Hayasaka thought.

“Space Nekomata-san? But why seven of them?”

“One for every day we’ve been dating!” 

“Oh. Thanks, Morse.” Somehow he manages to reach over and pat her on the head even with his hands full of stuffed cats. “I…I got you something too.”

Hayasaka does him the favor of handing the bag over to Kurosaki, who pulls out what looks to be some kind of elaborate castle shaped headpiece. She gasps and immediately pops it on top of her head; how it stays there with no strap or clips, Hayasaka doesn’t know, but balancing things on her head has always been one of her skills. 

“Look, Hayasaka-kun!” Kurosaki glitters at him like she’s waiting for a compliment.

“Uh, you look…like a princess?” he tries, and she scoffs.

“No, no, no, I look like the place where princesses live! The foundation that supports them! The ground they step on!”

“It fits you, Morse.”

“Thank you, Banchou!”

They smile at each other, on some alien wavelength that Hayasaka doesn’t understand, but it suits them well.

“Anyway, since it’s your big anniversary, you two should go on a date or something.” They both turn a brilliant red and jump away from each other, each muttering something that he can’t make out.

He squints at them for a moment as they avoid eye contact. “Why are you being so weird?”

“You can’t just- Morse and I can’t just suddenly…scuttle off on a date! That’s indecent!”

Huh?? “Don’t you two hang out together all the time? Isn’t a date the same thing?”

“No, a date is- you know,” Kurosaki says, waving her hand around in embarrassment. “Peak romance! Bubbles and flowers! Everything is pink!”

“Exactly!”

Hayasaka has no earthly idea what they’re talking about but he’s also never been on a date either, so they’re three idiots flying blindfolded without a license out here. “Then what have you two been- never mind. Look, just go out for cake and a movie. That’s a normal anniversary activity.” 

“Oh. Are you sure?” Okegawa asks suspiciously.

No. “Yes.”

“I do like cake,” Kurosaki says. “Well, if I can’t trust my best friend, who can I trust?” Hayasaka can practically hear the bolded font. “C’mon, Banchou, we can get a slice of strawberry cake to share!” Okegawa is still a bit red, but he peers down at Kurosaki over the wall of Nekomatas in his arms and nods.

“Alright.”

Good. Hayasaka gives them a half-wave, half-shoo. “Have fun. Call me if anyone starts any trouble.”

“Okay! Thanks for your help today, Hayasaka-kun!” She flashes Hayasaka a double thumbs up and then scampers off with Okegawa toward the cafe.

Henry Higgs and I would be fake dating somehow just because I’d kill for an au where he and Eliza were fake dating, it’d be the funniest thing ever. The humor and awkwardness potential for Henry trying to navigate how to pretend to date a person while also falling for said person against his will is just...too...good. It’d end up in marriage cause Henry Higgs is just that type.

HARLEY QUINN would be the most intense enemies to lovers ever. Except not enemies in the ‘don’t get along’ sense, but more in the, ‘definitely have a super hot chemistry but she won’t stop causing trouble and im the hero who has to clean up the mess every time’ kind of way. Honestly, it would probably end up with us both as anti-heroes who fight crime while also causing a lot of messes, but like in a ‘saving people’ sense. And then we’d make batman do all the clean up work. But let’s face it, we’d probably be lovers the entire time, it’d be more of a ‘enemies/lovers to in love/lovers’ thing.