Figuring out all the little ins and outs of each other was the hard part. In places they did mesh, it was smooth sailing and clear weather. And where they didn't, like where their cultures clashed hard? It was rocky and difficult to deal with.

Sometimes, Miku wondered just why he didn't call the whole thing off. She looked down at his sleeping face, and pushed his hair out the way. A brief, chaste kiss was dropped on his forehead before Miku rested her head against the wall.

If they survived this mission, maybe they could get to smoothing out those hard parts.