There are definitely things in Tonikaku Cawaii that don’t seem to make sense, but it’s not the sort of suspension of disbelief scenario you see in a lot of anime. It’s not so much individual elements that defy belief (though the premiere had a few), but that the whole scenario is so thoroughly unusual. Marriage is as mundane a part of normal modern existence as there is, but in this form? In this medium? In its own way Tonikaku Cawaii is one of the more unique series out there because it puts such a weird spin on such normal things.
This part of the story is (obviously) not about answering those puzzling questions. No, Hata-sensei dumps is right into the middle of Nasa and Tsukasa’s new life, with little preamble and no allowance for the weirdness. They’re just married, and left to deal with it – and so are we. There’s certainly a part of me that looks at this situation and says, “Isn’t it logical to assume that you’d sleep together and be intimate with each other?” But I didn’t have a bishoujo propose to me and move into my room when I was 18, so I can’t say whether I would have reacted any differently than Nasa does.
Since Nasa doesn’t make that assumption, he’s left to agonize over the sleeping arrangements while Tsukasa runs her mysterious errand. His single bed is only 80 cm wide, not big enough for two (almost) adults to share comfortably. He doesn’t have a guest futon, because I’m guessing he’s never had a guest. He toys with the idea of ordering one online – Jeff Bezos and Mikitani Hiroshi (Rakuten) get a cameo – but realizes it won’t do him any good tonight. So when Tsukasa arrives back with her suitcase, he proposes that the two of them head to Don Quixote and buy her a futon (his treat).
We can see that Donqi is obviously a paid advertiser here – hell, they even get their jingle some airtime – and Tsukasa gets her futon (she scores points for not choosing the most pricey option, even as Nasa proves himself a walking Wikipedia). But that’s not the only issue. Upon returning home Tsukasa realizes that there’s no bath – Nasa uses the local sento like he’s in the 1950’s – and he has none of the necessities a young woman needs to spend the night (and the morning). One might ask what was in the suitcase if not stuff like underwear and hair clips, but… This isn’t the time.
The rest of this is the dictionary definition of fluff, but that’s fine as these two are about as fluffy by nature as it gets right now. Nasa – understandably I suppose – is constantly in labor about this weird situation. He worries about everything, and then once Tsukasa nods off she reveals herself to be a restless sleeper to say the least. Water is drunk, hair escapes its confines, a blanket is stolen, breasts are bared – it’s all a bit much for Nasa. But the moment of reflection is coming sooner or later, because the situation sort of demands a bit of clarity.
I give Nasa credit for asking Tsukasa why she married him, and while she dodges the question pretty artfully by returning it, it’s one he can at least answer even if it’s not a logical one. She as much tells him that she loves him, but this is a scenario that requires either a lot more facts or a considerable leap of faith. Marriage is about more than a hand-holding tabehoudai – though I suppose in Nasa’s shoes, one could easily be happy with the notion that it wasn’t.