:)) here's a side story about you and Striker at the mall since Striker doesn't like to get out much. You can decide if it's canon to the story but I don't see it as canon, and if it were to be canon it would be after y/n and Striker started dating.
"Strikkeerrr!!! STRIKER!" You yelled in the Never 21, looking for Striker in the clothing store meant for broke teenagers who sadly couldn't afford sustainable clothing.
"Damn I'm right here..." he shouted, and you turned around, seeing him staring down at your short form.
"Didya find anything?" You asked, smiling at the man.
"Nah, and besides I don't need any clothes..." he drifted off, but you just looked at him with a "mm yeah okay" type expression.
"What's up with that look?" He asked, walking out of the store with you holding onto his arm. You were so short it was easy to lose you, so as he suggested, you held onto him.
"Nothing, I just think if ya' let me dress you it would be fun..." you said, smiling devilishly.
"I'm not a kid. I dress fine as is..." he said offhandedly.
"Yeah but you don't dress like me!" You said, jumping in front of him and showing your outfit. It was a pair of heels, a white and black sweater with holes in it, and black high waisted jeans with rips. The outfit really only had two colors, black and white.
"Don't ya want more color or somethin??" He asked, not impressed with the outfit.
You pouted, slouching over dejectedly.
"Is it not cute?" You frowned, pouting cutely giving him puppy eyes.
He rolled his eyes and went "Yeah, sure..." he shrugged.
You smiled, grabbing him by his arm again and looping it.
"A compliment? From thee Striker? It's an honor, truly." You said sarcastically, walking to the food court.
"What, I can't be nice?" He asked, a smile in his voice. You giggled lightly, a bit giddy from his playful response.
"Sure ya can, but are you? Noooo not really..." you laughed, sitting down at a table, blushing as he pushed your chair in for you and sat himself down.
He chuckled heartily as you went to speak again.
"I mean, you can't just rely on your ruggish good looks to make friends." You replied, fiddling with a bottle cap on the table.
"Why would I need friends when I have all I need right here..." he trailed off, winking at you and smirking, his gold tooth glinting at you.
You blushed, looking away as he chuckled softly at your reaction.
"Awww is wittle y/n embarrassed—" he teased you, which you cut him off for.
"Ah ah ah, stop that. I can't believe you said "wittle"!" You laughed, turning the humiliation onto the pale red demon.
"Whatever— let's just order our food." He said brushing your words off, smiling fondly at you.
"What do ya want?" He asked, getting up and assisting you out the chair.
"Ummm...I want (favorite food) annddd (favorite flavor) Boba..." you responded, holding his hand as you got up. He nodded, walking to the restaurant.
"Can I get a full order of (favorite food) and Pad Thai, a water, and one regular sized (favorite flavor) Boba..." he trailed off before reaching for his wallet, only to remember that he gave it to you.
"Y/n, can you hand me my wallet?" He asked, but you froze instantly. You didn't know where it was...
He knew that look, and sighed as he went over to your bags to find the missing piece of leather.
The cashier looked bored, chewing her gum loudly as she played on her phone.
"Hey can you make that two bobas please?" You asked, and she immediately pressed the screen and added it. Nodding after she was done.
"Great, thanks..." you thanked just as Striker came back.
He sent you an sharp accusatory look, and your eyes met the floor in shame as he paid for the food in cash. You don't even think he has a bank card...
"Your food will be done in 15 minutes, we'll call your number when it's done..." she trailed off, handing you a receipt squeezed between her pussy pink nails.
"Thanks..." you said once again as Striker and you sat down.
You made small talk, apologizing for misplacing his wallet, and just as your apology ended you smiled as the number was as called.
"Order 37!" She shouted, and you walked over to the cash register quickly. You grabbed the food and drinks on the tray, and hurriedly shuffled back.
He gave you a questioning look as you simply nervously smiled, setting the food down and sitting down in your chair across from Striker.
He stared down at the two Bobas, before looking up at you unamused.
"Y/n..." he called in a forced tone, making himself sound as sweet as possible.
"Yes, my handsome-lovable-boyfriend-who-I-love-and-always-care-about?" you replied just as sweet, grinning nervously at him.
"Why do you need TWO bobas?" He continued as you began eating your food.
"Umm...because I deserve them???" You shrugged.
He couldn't argue that. You deserved the world.
He was still peeved though, you wouldn't be able to finish it all...
"And beside that, it wasn't even for me. It was for you—I wanted you to try some!" You said, handing him a cup.
"Really?" He asked, staring at the cup that had brownish-black tapioca balls in the bottom. "Milk Tea" you called it.
"Yes, really." You began to eat.
He stared down at the drink, obviously not trusting it.
"STOP BEING PICKY AND DRINK IT!" You yelled, causing people to give you dirty looks.
"Dammit— fine I'll do it. Just stop yelling!" He warned. You nodded, obliging his requested.
He took a sip hesitantly, before humming at the sweet taste.
"See! And you were being so combative..." you exclaimed, food in your mouth.
"Just eat yur' food..." he responded, opening the Pad Thai and eating it as well.
After you both finished your meals you went to return the trays, only to see Striker looking flustered...
"Babe, what's wrong?" You asked before looking to meet his line of sight.
The bathroom. He probably had the shits based off his nervous glances towards it.
"Striker— just go. I'll be waiting outside..." you said, biting back your laughter. You finally let out your chuckles as you witnessed him speed walk to the bathroom.
After about 10 minutes of waiting at your table you saw him walk back to you— looking unapprovingly at you.
He helped pick up your bags and walk outside the mall, where you two would hail a cab. He was silent the whole time.
In the car you began to poke his hand with your finger in an attempt to get a response out of him.
"Sttriiikkkeeerrr" you whispered playfully, poking his hand and side. He grumbled and inched away. You inched closer.
"Sttriiikkeerrr..." you whispered again, closer to him, inching closer and closer. Eventually you were sitting right next to him.
"Sttriikkkeerrr..." you whispered one last time, seeing his eye dart from you to the window.
"STRIKER!" You yelled, causing the cab driver to gasp in shock, he slammed on the breaks as the car behind him honked, going to the right lane and flipping him off.
In the rear view mirror the cab driver glared at you, which made you only laugh nervously and give out a half hearted "Ooppss..".
"Y/n! Again with the yelling!" He whispered shouted scornfully.
"I knooowww I knowww, I just wanted to say I'm sorrryyyy that you got the shits after drinking the tea." You whined, which made his eye twitch in annoyance as the cab driver stifled a laugh.
"Mm." He nodded, not confirming if he forgave you or not.
"What's 'Mm' mean? It's not my fault I didn't know you were lactose intolerant..." you shrugged, scooting away from him.
You two sat in silence the whole way back, tipping the cab driver extra and paying your fee.
As you stood outside your house, watching the cab driver speed off, you turned around to look at Striker who quickly cupped the side of your face and captured your lips in an off-guard kiss.
It was quick and chaste, but memorable as he pulled away, smiling softly at you, the faux moon light hitting his angular face perfectly.
"I forgive you." He said before kissing your forehead and leading you inside. You just smiled and walked into your shared home, closing the door behind you.