Stelle and March are so obviously, stupidly, and incredibly into each other. And sometimes the others are caught up into it. Just a potential collection of one shots featuring Stelle and March.

Stelle tries her hand at writing poetry.

In which Stelle is unable to restrain herself from flirting with every single woman she meets, March is entirely too genre savvy, and Dan Heng just wants some peace and quiet. They were the saviors of the universe, or something. Stelle wasn't entirely sure, all she knew was that every woman she met was unnaturally pretty and she was all for it.

There was a chess board in the Express passenger compartment. It was there mainly for decoration. The crew was so busy on various missions that no one paid it a thought. Until, one day, a certain iridescent-eyed girl walked by the table…for the umpteenth time.