Note: maybe, someday when life isn’t terribly busy, I can transform these into lovely fics.  For now, this is all I have, though people seem to like them  :)

Naoto Shirogane is actually one hundred and ten percent aware of Kanji Tatsumi’s crush on her.  She is a detective, after all, and has researched things like dating, and romance, and matters of the heart.  That’s how she knows that she has no time for such things, as she told senpai after receiving a love letter in her locker.  Such things are much too time consuming, and she has cases to solve – one in particular involving televisions and murders.  

However…

Deep down, she knows that such logic is an excuse to hide the truth of the matter: she rather likes Kanji Tatsumi, too, in more than a teammate sort of relationship.  Granted, he is extremely reliable in battle, but her feelings are past that point.  It’s hard not to notice someone who thinks the world of you, especially if said person would pretty much do anything for you.  Facing a crazy shadow of yourself?  Sure.   Catching you when you fall?  Absolutely.  Comfort you when you blame yourself for the injuries of a young child?  Definitely.  Standing by your side when facing a psychotic cop?  Hell yes.

So she likes him.  You know, likes him, as a normal teenage girl would say, but truthfully, she has no idea what to say to him.  His flustered mannerisms over her mere presence, in turn, makes her flustered.  She can’t help but feel flattered and left at a lose for words – especially since his feelings started back when he believed her to be male.  They haven’t changed since that day, and he holds her on such a high pedestal that she’s worried that she’ll say the wrong thing and botch it all up.

Though how much could she botch things up when he, in fact, did see her at her very worst?

So once senpai left she wanted to try, but the words were always trapped in her throat.  Then, suddenly, it was Golden Week and she had received a call for a case.  Said case somehow led her back to the beginning, back inside the T.V., and much to her heart’s dismay she had to face Kanji in ways she hadn’t wanted to.  But he had said something important, told her that she was much too formal with him.  

Shadow or not, there was some truth to those words, so when that adventure ends Naoto decides to, finally, do something.  Less formal, he says?  

A kiss is not formal at all.  

And that is exactly what she does, give or take a blush or two, and Kanji is more than happy to be informal right along with her.