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aceparagon · 5 months

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tag dump part 3 ( dynamic and ship tags! )

･::･ﾟ☆ HANEKOMA: you took me under the gentle touch of your wings; you have always been my father. ☆ KAKYOIN NORIAKI 💎 meeting you was a fated encounter; you are my shining emerald; our radiance will envelop the galaxy itself. ♥☆💎 HIKARU ｡･::･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ NORIAKI — the sunshine that illuminates your unbreakable emerald; you brighten my world & life. ☆ THE-COMPOSER ☆ you look after me like a guardian angel does; you are my first friend. with you I feel like I can do anything. ☆ KIRYU JOSHUA ☆ you waltzed into my life like an unknowing crescendo; yet our harmonies are melodic together. I will keep Shibuya safe. ☆ KISARAGI GENTARO ☆ my dearest friend — you and I are the stars that will light up the galaxy. with you at my side I have nothing to fear. ☆ G'RAHA TIA 💠 you inspire me to keep going despite the odds I face; with you at my side there is nothing to fear. ♥☆💠 HIKARU ｡･::･ﾟ★｡･::･ﾟ☆ G'RAHA — love that transcends time & space. when we’re together I feel like I’m home. ♥☆📷 HIKARU ｡･::･ﾟ★｡･::･ﾟ☆ TSUKASA — fate dictated that we are never to meet; and yet we are two halves of a whole. ☆ KADOYA TSUKASA 📷 destroyer of worlds & my other half — together we'll defy our destiny and forge our own path. ☆ JUGGLUS JUGGLER 🌙 with words laced with sweet venom to coil around a heart — yet you didn't need to cast illusions to win my heart. ♥☆🐍 HIKARU ｡･::･ﾟ★｡･::･ﾟ☆ JUGGLER — a heart of darkness cannot exist without a heart of light; let me be the guiding star on your path. ☆ DANTE SPARDA 🌹 the devil to my angel; on wings of rebellion does hope burn anew. ever stronger; ever higher. ♥☆🌹 HIKARU ｡･::･ﾟ★｡･::･ﾟ☆ DANTE — ''heaven or hell; let's rock!'' for you—I’d brave the flames of hell itself on wings of hope. ☆ TOKIWA SOUGO 🕛 oh valiant boy king — how brightly does your smile shine. may you never forget that brave heart as fate tests your will. ☆ MYTHCAELS ☆ heroes we are; standing side by side to protect what's important to us. as your mentor I vow to subvert your destiny. ☆ ONODERA YUSUKE 🪲 you who also protects everyone's smiles — because of your kind heart I've found another ally to always rely on. ☆ KAITO DAIKI 👑 although our ideals didn't always align — I know that I can depend on you. thank you for also keeping tsukasa safe. ☆ HIKARI NATSUMI 🍊 it's because of you that tsukasa is who he is today — you kept believing in him no matter what.

#･::･ﾟ☆ HANEKOMA: you took me under the gentle touch of your wings; you have always been my father.#☆ KAKYOIN NORIAKI 💎 meeting you was a fated encounter; you are my shining emerald; our radiance will envelop the galaxy itself.#♥☆💎 HIKARU ｡･::･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ NORIAKI — the sunshine that illuminates your unbreakable emerald; you brighten my world & life.#☆ THE-COMPOSER ☆ you look after me like a guardian angel does; you are my first friend. with you I feel like I can do anything.#☆ KIRYU JOSHUA ☆ you waltzed into my life like an unknowing crescendo; yet our harmonies are melodic together. I will keep Shibuya safe.#☆ KISARAGI GENTARO ☆ my dearest friend — you and I are the stars that will light up the galaxy. with you at my side I have nothing to fear.#☆ G'RAHA TIA 💠 you inspire me to keep going despite the odds I face; with you at my side there is nothing to fear.#♥☆💠 HIKARU ｡･::･ﾟ★｡･::･ﾟ☆ G'RAHA — love that transcends time & space. when we’re together I feel like I’m home.#♥☆📷 HIKARU ｡･::･ﾟ★｡･::･ﾟ☆ TSUKASA — fate dictated that we are never to meet; and yet we are two halves of a whole.#☆ KADOYA TSUKASA 📷 destroyer of worlds & my other half — together we'll defy our destiny and forge our own path.#☆ JUGGLUS JUGGLER 🌙 with words laced with sweet venom to coil around a heart — yet you didn't need to cast illusions to win my heart.#♥☆🐍 HIKARU ｡･::･ﾟ★｡･::･ﾟ☆ JUGGLER — a heart of darkness cannot exist without a heart of light; let me be the guiding star on your path.#☆ TOKIWA SOUGO 🕛 oh valiant boy king — how brightly does your smile shine. may you never forget that brave heart as fate tests your will.#☆ MYTHCAELS ☆ heroes we are; standing side by side to protect what's important to us. as your mentor I vow to subvert your destiny.#☆ ONODERA YUSUKE 🪲 you who also protects everyone's smiles — because of your kind heart I've found another ally to always rely on.#☆ KAITO DAIKI 👑 although our ideals didn't always align — I know that I can depend on you. thank you for also keeping tsukasa safe.#☆ HIKARI NATSUMI 🍊 it's because of you that tsukasa is who he is today — you kept believing in him no matter what.#☆ DANTE SPARDA 🌹 the devil to my angel; on wings of rebellion does hope burn anew. ever stronger; ever higher.#♥☆🌹 HIKARU ｡･::･ﾟ★｡･::･ﾟ☆ DANTE — ''heaven or hell; let's rock!'' for you—I’d brave the flames of hell itself on wings of hope.

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hoshi-neko-hikari · 7 months

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Hikari’s first big kid Haunted House (open rp)

Hikari felt super excited. She was going to a big kid haunted house. Not the little kid haunted houses with streamers and inflatables. This had real people who dressed as scary monsters.

She was going to prove she was brave. But when she got there, it was more than she bargained for.

It looked super intimidating up close and she felt her heart beat a mile a minute.

Can you help her be brave?

Tagging: @weirdgayenby @jaxxedup @puppy-boy-toby @ravensroleplays @gorefieldsworld @yourdarlingneighbor and anyone else who wants to join

#open rp #halloween

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i-spy-with-my-lethal-eye · 1 year

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A Promo stained in blood.

*You were going on about your business until you came across a Television giving a gruesome news report. The scene is at a PizzaHut Restaurant.*

News Reporter: “We are here at PizzaHut where a horrific scene has occurred. The murder of all the restaurant’s staff along with many of it’s customers in a horrific massacre. Only three survivors were found at the scene. A young man with two little kids by his side. We are about to question him on the scene now.” *The camera moves over to a boy with red and blonde hair. He had an eye patch, a facial scar, and a purple eye. He was wrapped in some bandages as two kids was seen hugging him while whimpering.* “Tell us, young man. What is your name?”

“B-Bastion. I’m telling you man, i-It was horrible, man. W-We just came in to enjoy some pizza when suddenly some deranged maniac came in and started killing everyone! All because the employee had the wrong toppings on their pizza! It’s madness! Scared the hell out of my siblings and I. I did my best to stop the killer, but-” *The young man grown in pain as he grips his stomach. A red stain appears on the bandages.*

“BIG BRO!” *The two kids were on the verge of tears as Bastion fell over, with the doctors coming over to tend to his wounds.*

News Reporter: “Such a brave young man. We’ll have more to tell as the story unfolds. Back to you, Ken.”

Ken: “Thanks Barbie. As of this moment, no clues have arrived pointing to the identity of the murderer in question nor their whereabouts. So for now, stay vigilant and be careful. If you find any clues regarding any potential suspects, please inform the police immediately. We’ll have more after his commercial break.” *The report ends there as it goes to a random commercial. Someone stands next to you, looking at the screen.*

“Bloody Lance.” *Hm? Does he know something about the crime scene? Do you question him about it?*

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dnangelic · 3 months

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tsun tell me abt the wings but like how they work in UR writing

OH BOY.... THE WINGS META..... i mean i've mostly been winging it (lol) myself so i don't think i'll end up with huge paras upon paras of info (lying, i know how i can get,) but sure lets go!! before i lay anything of my own out i'll do canon the favor of itself; in canon usually wiz serves as dark's wings and carries him or daisuke around, but dark also has his own set that can appear/disappear (furl/unfurl) at will as long as dark himself isn't low on (magical) power. (why else would he even be called the black wings right-) there's also the matter of daisuke manifesting dark's wings from his own body all on his own, which, when using the 'wrong emotion,' (negative ones such as hate, fury or sorrow,) becomes actively detrimental to him. within dnangel, magic (and likewise, the case of dark's wings,) will always be a) something within a realm that ordinary human beings should not be capable of (aka "something that should not exist") as well as b) something that, at least in regards to hikari artworks, manifests from powerful human emotions. the wings, if not krad and dark for the hikari and niwa, are both proofs of their respective 'sins' - the hikari for playing god as artists, the niwa for being thieves.

that all being said, i don't usually bring wiz in as an npc to threads just because i don't want them to get too long. in canon wiz is aaaaaalways with or around daisuke. ALWAYS. that's his pet, his best friend, his cute lil obligatory magical girl mascot, wiz who hates water but braves it anyways over and over for daisuke's sake, wiz who always saves him and gets him out of all sorts of pinches!! i'll bring wiz in often for heist situations because it's there he's often truly a necessity, but dark having his own wings means wiz's involvement isn't always necessary for everything. dark/daisuke's own wings > wiz in regards to rate of appearance when i write to save myself and my partners some sanity.

frequency aside, the wings are also Actual Limbs. like. those are Physically Attached, sensations can be felt through them, and they can be cut, wounded, or torn off- hence dark's feathers shedding everywhere all the time and needing to be cleaned up. sugisaki messes around with the wings' physicality a lot because the back of daisuke's shirt isn't usually blown wide open, (more often than not they just kind of magically manifest out of thin air) but she's also had hiwatari's shirt rip and tear from manifesting his wings + daisuke outright bleed from trying to manifest his during argentine arc, and i think the process of Actually Gaining Limbs and growing feathers adds a fun dash of body horror that the series does pretty well with sometimes. when you really stop and think about it, the wings, or rather the process of a 15 yr old's body straight up Changing Like That (alongside, yknow, the other inhuman/monster-y bits like the eyes/teeth/claws,) is genuinely Pretty Horrifying if not at the very least bizarre, but it suits dark well as a (gothic) curse and brings him and daisuke closer overall to the beauty and beast thematic. it's freaky. it's weird. it's fun. normal ppl would be screaming.

daisuke also usually has no usual visible evidence of dark's wings; there aren't any thin slits hiding feathers (so even if you're like riku and scan or run your hand along his back, nothing in particular beyond a lot of faint, assorted scars show up,) but those spaces are there on dark's body when his wings aren't unfurled. (i'll give the anime credit for one thing and that's giving dark's shirts open holes for his wings to go through in concept art. i also think an outfit that has zippers on the back like this is awesome LMAOO) daisuke's also clumsier with his wings than dark is!! which means they'll often flap or flail around in response to his emotions on instinct compared to the way they might normally just smoothly lift, lower, or puff (angy) with dark --- when dai's unfocused and/or panicking that ditziness of his very often translates to Things Breaking all over the place because he can't help but run around and accidentally slap things everywhere. bird stuck in a closed room behavior. he's a danger and a menace indoors to all things fragile but it's all completely unintentional 😂

despite this daisuke also gets phantom limb syndrome very often!!! going from all that wing-weight to suddenly being without it makes him feel strange and overly light/floaty sometimes, which is why when he's particularly restless but doesn't have a heist scheduled, he'll often go on a night flight with dark to calm himself down. he does like flying. he does love his freedom, the moon and the stars and a quiet night. he does, at the bottom line, like being dark and the elation a nighttime flight brings him- he just needs a space like that where his intense social anxiety (or dark's own easily recognized fame/infamy) won't get in the way of his own existence, and it doesn't matter 'who' he is.

using jurassic park logic here (lmao) but assuming he flies as fast as a pterodactyl, (aka a rough equivalent body measure for human beings,) then he's around a steady 60 mph in the air - dark can go from azumano to tokyo in maybe an hour, which he can and will do if he's bored and/or just feels like visiting someone. dark's feathers have a rough and coarse look to them and are more or less pitch black, but when you feel them, they're actually pillowy soft and smooth (even the feathers are tsundere,) and give off a really nice reflective shimmer. given the magic that courses through daisuke's blood, it's possible to imbue some of dark's own power into them, (this is only really useful in verses where dark can actually readily do this without worry over detriment to daisuke's body,) but even if left alone to naturally shed, there'll still be very, very faint traces of the tiniest fraction of the kokuyoku's magic left on them. i figure i should also say that while you can brush/pet/touch his wings or something, dark/dai won't really feel it, or if they do it might just tickle or bother them, so it might not be as intimate as anyone imagines. stick to petting dark gently on the head like a bird he loves that.

i have no idea if i'm missing anything atp?? things i take from canon are daisuke hurting himself if he tries to force dark's wings out and if he ever connects to dark through negative emotion; also too much transforming exhausts him and his body, his heart can only pound for so much / he can only fly for so long before he just straight up gets tired and needs a nap regardless of what appearance he's stuck with. anyways what rlly matters is his wings are pretty af. free my boy let him do all the crime he wants, because hes special and got them gorgeous black fallen angel wings. he deserves it. its his right

#*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱#reference.#THANK U!!! peach beloved... mwah #espectres

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dragonandtiger · 1 year

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Dreaming To Reality: Oneiromancy Chapter Twenty Seven - 23

Tentatively, Ryo lowered Ken to the bed as his gut twisted with worry. He saw a similar expression on Daisuke’s face, and the gold color of the other boy’s eyes as well as Chibimon’s only added to the nausea that churned inside him.

“Did you notice?” Tailmon asked, her voice quiet. It prompted Hikari to finally look away from Ken to stare at her. “He mentioned Keiko and Nyamon.”

Hikari blinked at that before her eyes widened. “He did! And Kyoumon too!”

“That’s right!” Daisuke blurted out as he straightened up. “He didn’t recognize her at all before but he literally just said her name!”

Tailmon reached up to tap her claw against her chin. “He mentioned a few other names that bother me, too,”

“Oh, that, uh…,” Monodramon began, his voice drawing everyone to him as they suddenly remembered he was even there. He faltered before he lowered his voice, his body drooping. “T-they all… they were all Digimon we, uh… l-lost.”

“Lost?” Daisuke repeated, with a blink.

“During… that battle,” Monomdramon said softly. “They fought b-bravely against, er… him, but…” He trailed off, unable to finish. He cast Ryo an anxious glance.

Tailmon’s eyes widened before she spat out a curse, her tail giving a sharp snap.

Ryo said nothing, clenching his jaw. Whether it was to keep himself from saying something or to prevent himself from throwing up, he didn’t know.

Tailmon exhaled deeply, her shoulders hanging heavy with the weight that they all were forced to carry now. She only let herself bend for a moment before straightening up with a defiant snort as she shifted her focus back to Ken. “Anyway. He started out with some weird talk about Neemon and Pillar Points, but then started talking about Keiko. It could just be the medicine, it could also mean…”

“He’s starting to remember,” Hikari finished, her eyes lighting up.

“Jin said he had a ‘breakdown,’” Tailmon said. “It sounds like that ‘breakdown’ was his real memories starting to return and clashing with his false ones. That would explain why the doctors had to drug him - it probably wasn’t pretty when it was happening. We’ll have to see what he’s like once the drugs have worn off, which will hopefully be after everything has been settled. Properly.”

#Dreaming To Reality #oneiromancy #digimon #Digimon Adventure 02 #digimon adventure

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ahiddenpath · 2 years

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Hidden’s Digimon Fanfics

Happy Odaiba Day, my darlings!

I corralled all of my digimon fanfics beneath the cut! If you’re looking for some digifics to read on this beautiful Odaiba Day, oh boy, have I got some material for you! :D I’m ahiddenpath on both AO3 and FFN.

Long post/image heavy beneath the cut.

A lot of the stories are ensemble and general, but romantic ships mainly include: Koushiro x OC, Daiken, Jyoumi, Sorato, Takari, Taishiro-ish (ie, written in a way that it could be interpreted as platonic or romantic)

Canon Setting Stories

After August

AO3/FFN

Status: complete, Ships: none/general, Rating: general

Summary: "A few days ago, they were the Chosen. Now they were just a bunch of bereft, displaced kids." When the Chosen return to earth, they have difficulty resuming their old lives. The story dips into everyone's perspectives as they struggle to overcome the trauma they faced in the Digital World and their longing for their digimon so they can rally around Taichi once more.

Ladybug House

AO3/FFN

Status: complete, Ships: general/Taishiro-ish, Rating: general

Summary: After his seniors graduated and Mimi moved away, Koushiro is the last of the older Chosen attending his high school. Although Koushiro doesn't let it show, Tentomon senses that he's lonely and joins him on his commute to school. When the harsh cold of winter makes Tentomon shut down, Koushiro asks him to stay home instead of braving the elements. Tentomon refuses, citing Koushiro's loneliness. This pushes Koushiro to reconnect with his friends, and he starts with the one he misses most...Focuses on the relationships between Koushiro and Tentomon and Koushiro and Taichi. Taishiro written in such a way that it can be interpreted as platonic or romantic. Explores what it means to be an adult and forge an adult life. Post Tri, pre Kizuna, canon setting. Complete oneshot.Minor characters: Kae Izumi, Daisuke, Miyako, Takeru, Hikari

Masks

AO3/FFN

Status: Complete, Ships: None/general, Rating: general

Summary: Following the events of Kizuna, the Chosen slowly lose their digimon partners, all while struggling to launch their adult lives. Takeru has been smiling through it all, but Yamato is beginning to sense that he needs more help than he lets on… A story exploring grief, seeking, giving, and accepting emotional support, and navigating the line between expressing what you’re comfortable expressing and knowing when to seek help. Complete oneshot.

Mostly Canon Setting Stories (ie, canon setting with some differences, like OCs, non-canon couples, etc)

Growing Up with You

FFN

Art commissioned from Mitty (Tumblr deleted).

Status: complete, Ships: Koushiro x OC in the later half, Rating: general to teen

Summary: A slow, simple story about relationships over time. The story focuses on Koushiro and OC Anami Eimi, following them through their childhood through the events of 01, 02, some of the movies, and beyond. This story is great for you if you love Koushiro and stories that are mostly canon.

Tri: Integrity Lens

AO3/FFN

Status: In progress, Ships: Koushiro x OC, Rating: teen

Summary: Sequel to Growing Up with You. Follows Digimon Adventure Tri primarily through the eyes of OC Anami Eimi and Izumi Koushiro. This story is fantastic for you if you love Koushiro, or if you'd enjoy a retelling of Tri that emphasizes Chosen proactiveness.

A Gentleman’s Wager

AO3/FFN

Status: Complete, Ships: Koushiro x OC, Daiken, Taichi x OC Rating: teen

Summary: When Taichi notices Koushiro's stubble, things somehow snowball into a facial hair growing contest between most of the male Chosen Children. Humor/romance/drama. One shot.

Public Eye

FFN

Status: Complete, Ships: Daiken, Rating: teen

Summary: Despite their best efforts, the Chosen couldn't escape fame following their digimon adventures. When Daisuke and Ken's relationship is exposed in a local tabloid, the backlash threatens their tenuous romance.

See You Soon

AO3/FFN

Status: Complete, Ships: Jyoumi, Rating: general

Summary: Two independent Jyoumi short stories themed on long distance relationships.

AU Fics

So You Were Alive

AO3/FFN

Status: Complete, Ships: none/general, Rating: general

Summary: Greymon meets Garurumon in the network and is glad to see that his friend is alive. Explores the possible (if unlikely) connection between the Agumon in the Digimon Adventure Reboot (Digimon Adventure:/Digimon Psi) and the Digimon Adventure Agumon. Oneshot. Contains spoilers for the Kizuna novelization and the first two episodes of Digimon Adventure:/Digimon Adventure Reboot/Digimon Psi.

Puits d’Amour

Art by @llamavillana

AO3/FFN

Status: In progress, Ships: Sorato (main), Jyoumi, others to come, Rating: general audiences

Summary: Yamato and his brother, Takeru, were born to royal parents from different countries, who wed to seal the peace between their warring nations. The brothers were sent to live in Autun, their mother's country, until coming of age- and now, Yamato is old enough to return to Hakone, his father's country, where he will one day rule. Displaced and missing his home and his brother, Yamato wanders into a café selling pastries he often ate in Autun... And meets Sora, a woman who exudes welcome and comfort. A bakery/royalty AU about finding your home and your path.Main characters: Yamato, Sora, Jyou, Takeru, Mimi, but the entire Adventure/02 cast is included

Four Years

art by beeps (Tumblr deleted)

AO3/FFN

Status: In progress, Ships: Izzy x OC, Sorato, Jyoumi, others to come, Rating: mature

Summary: An AU story where the older Adventure kids go to an American college. English dub names and personalities. Izzy/OC, Sorato, Jyoumi, Tai/?, some Takari. A story full of romance, laughs, drama, and fun things like partying and classes. The kids still have a lot of growing up to do, and they need each other to heal old hurts and go forward. English dub names and personalities.

An added note for this one- I’m slowly editing and reposting. There are a lot more chapters on FFN than AO3, so if you want to read everything available, go to FFN.

The Ouija Board

FFN

Status: Complete, Ships: Izzy x OC, Sorato, Jyoumi, Tai x OC, implied Daiken, Takari, Rating: teen

Summry: Companion piece to Four Years, set in the future of the story. English dub names and personalities. Tai and Davis drag the boys to a local cemetery to invoke the spirits on Halloween night. Strange things start happening afterwards, especially to Izzy. When the boys finally own up to their seance, Amy is aghast to learn that they broke all of the rules a Ouija board puts in place to keep spirits in their own world... A four chapter humor/horror story.

Seeking Resonance

FFN

Status: Complete, Ships: Izzy x OC, Takari, Sorato, Mimi x OC, (Included couples that are not end game: Koumi, Jyou x OC) Rating: teen

Summary: An AU story that follows Koushiro as his long distance relationship with Mimi begins to falter, then branches out to include the friends who touch his life. This is an emotionally complex story about the Adventure gang in their late 20s/early 30s trying to figure out what they need and how to be happy.

Voices

FFN

Status: Complete, Ships: Sorato, Jyoumi, Koushiro x OC, Taichi x OC, Takari mentions Rating: teen

Summary: An AU fic set in Odaiba, featuring the older Chosen (Taichi, Yamato, Sora, Koushiro, Jyou, Mimi, and OC Eimi). The story follows them through their first year of high school in real time using journal entries, focusing on portraying character, and on delivering an authentic Japanese high school experience. Read on for teenage hijinks and school life :)

Crackfics

A Debtor’s Hell

FFN

Status: Complete, Ships: general/Taishiro-ish, Rating: teen

Summary: Koushiro is in danger of failing his gym practical, and Taichi spends hours coaching him to pass. Suddenly, Koushiro finds himself in debt to his best friend, and when Taichi calls in the favor, our favorite nerd has no way out… Part actual content, part silly humor. Oneshot. Cross-dressing and some OOC moments.

#digimon #digimon adventure #odaiba day #digific #chosen children #digidestined #digimon fanfiction #digimon fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #faves #digimon fanart

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seventeenlovesthree · 2 years

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Let's do the obvious one: Taishiro :P

Oh my God, you just want me to gush over my boys for the millionth time, I swear. I will try my best to keep it as short as possible this time...

Send me two names among the following 12 and I’ll write a short analysis post about them:

Whether canon provides input on them or not:

Well... Duh. Despite them being considered more of a rarepair in fandom (despite it being basically the second most popular Koushirou ship out there besides Koumi), they are actually one of the most developed, most elaborated relationships in the entirety of the Digimon Adventure canon, regardless of which version you want to take a look at: 01, 02, (especially) Our War Game, the novels, the PSP game, the stageplay, the reboot and, to some lesser degree but still palpable, Tri and Kizuna. They're set up as "brawns and brains", the brave hands-on protagonist who always asks his knowledgable strategist for advice, relies on and trusts in him without a shred of doubt, whereas said strategist would also follow him to hell and back, despite sometimes having to shout at him for being too reckless. Without Taichi, Koushirou wouldn't have gone to Summer Camp - and without Koushirou, Taichi would never have figured out a way for them to get back to the real world. They complement each other in their strengths and weaknesses, they may butt heads occasionally, but they're there for each other as good friends and comrades. So that is a very clear YES.

Whether I think why and how they’d work:

Since they're my absolute Digimon OTP, I do believe that they work out very well - not only have I already outlined why they're basically best friends in canon and thus work out nicely in a platonic friendship, but there's also a lot of aspects about them that make me adore them romantically as well. You just take the jock/nerd trope and flip them completely over the head - so you get a very kind football dork, who loves to take care of youngsters and immediately grows attached to the computer nerd who came into his club and is not very good at social interaction - yet. What happens? They become super good, if not best friends, the nerd is getting enabled to become just as much of a hands-on person as the jock, opens up more and more through the course of them spending time in a foreign world together and with the other kids as well, they solve puzzles and riddles together as partners in crime while displaying a sense of unshattered loyalty towards each other. There may be instances, as mentioned, where they butt heads because they're not able to talk about feelings well with each other, but they're still there to support and sacrifice themselves for one another, saving several worlds several times in the face of death and it's just... It gets to me. Tri probably realized that, after Our War Game, these two would probably be unstoppable if they really worked together, which is likely the reason why they didn't let them interact THAT much during their teenager years - however, the connections never really faded. Koushirou watched Taichi throughout all these years, he’s the only one who really knows about his childhood trauma, would always have his back and sacrifice himself for his sake - the boy who once reached out a hand to him at football club. And Taichi, no matter how much he'd isolate himself from everyone emotionally, will always trust in Koushirou in return - the boy who had been by his side through thick and thin, the person who saw him cry his heart out. To me, it's just a wonderful concept to have these two fall for each other romantically as well, as they just seem to be endlessly loyal - ending up working together one day, because their careers just seem DESTINED to be linked with each other (and the Digital World, which will always bring them together).

Whether I’d prefer them as platonic or romantic ship:

As pointed out above, I actually do enjoy both variants - in a universe in which these two end up falling in love with each other and overcoming all their oblivious nut-ness, realizing that that make each other better AND happy once they FINALLY open up to each other, I would cry tears of happiness. However, if I ended up getting a universe in which they'll always remain close friends until they're old and grey, working together while being married to other people (like Taichi being married to Sora or maybe even Yamato for that matter - and Koushirou being married to Hikari or Mimi), I would be perfectly happy as well.

#my two cents #ask me!#taishirou #taishiro #taichi yagami #koushirou izumi #i just love them way too much #meta #analysis

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takari week, day one

it’s my favorite week of the year! this story was inspired by @dnofsunshine ‘s headcanons! (specifically, the ones where takeru and hikari steal borrow their brother’s sweatshirts)

sharing sweatshirts

characters: takeru x hikari

summary: hikari covets takeru’s ratty sweatshirt, and will do anything to ensure that she is the one that wears it next.

also on AO3 and FFN

It had been a chilly Wednesday when Takeru swiped his older brother’s sweatshirt. The sleeves were slightly too long, the image too faded to make out. As Takeru slipped it over his head, the familiar scent of his brother’s cologne washed over him.

That particular Wednesday, he had forgotten his jacket at home. His alarm clock had snoozed itself, he insisted. The wind of bitter January cocooned him inside until the last possible second. Takeru had no choice but to brave the trek to school with his uniform shirt half-buttoned, shivering from the left-over snow that muddled the sidewalks.

Coincidentally - fatefully, perhaps? - Yamato had also been running late, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he walked leisurely onto the school ground. Just as Takeru turned the corner towards Odaiba Middle School, Yamato snatched him by the scruff of his collar, ignoring the younger boy’s surprised yelp.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Takeru didn’t even bother to turn around, the look of disdain on his brother’s had been ingrained in his memory long ago. “I think that I’m doing a good job at not telling mom about how you suck down a pack a day.”

Yamato mumbled a curse underneath his breath, releasing Takeru from his grip. A snicker fell from Takeru’s lips before an involuntary shiver crawled down his back.

“You’re going to freeze without a jacket, Takeru.” Yamato sighed as he slung his backpack from his shoulder, his breath erupting in a small cloud against the chilly air. Homework assignments were shoved to the side as he rummaged around, a small sound of victory erupting into the cold air as the sweatshirt crumpled in his grasp.

With a parting hug, Takeru was off, sweatshirt in clutch.

Now, months later, the sweatshirt had been made a staple of Takaishi Takeru’s wardrobe. A hole had been worn into one of the elbows, a sauce stain decorated the collar. It was as if the sweatshirt had always been a part of him; a piece of cotton had never been more comforting.

As always, Yagami Hikari was on the same wavelength.

The sakura petals had been replaced by the budding greens of spring, Hikari’s wispy brown hair fluttering around her face.

"You know," she began on their walk home, "I thought the weather would have warmed up by now."

With his brother's sweatshirt tugged over a starched uniform shirt, Takeru merely shrugged. He was far too engrossed in the dappling sunshine that decorated their path to notice Hikari's well-placed shiver. She eyed his outwear with intent, determined to coax it from Takeru's shoulders and onto her own. Briefly, she wondered what it smelled like. Would it smell like the clean linen her own mother was obsessed with? Or would it remind her of the oceanside, with a hint of sea salt and fresh air? Perhaps it would smell like something else altogether. Regardless, Hikari upped the theatrics in hopes of being rewarded.

Even as her teeth chattered, Takeru seemed none the wiser, content with the light breeze that ruffled through the trees. Hikari gave up, turning the conversation towards an upcoming basketball game, thoroughly capturing Takeru's attention.

Afterwards, as she sat alone in her bedroom, Hikari devised a plan. Through careful deliberation and subtle distraction, Takeru would be more than willing to share his warmth with her. Within the month, the sweatshirt was bound to be in her possession.

She reviewed her thoughts with Miyako, heads huddled close together over the kitchen table. With their combined intelligence, Hikari was confident that they could crack the code of understanding the things that made Takaishi Takeru tick.

Once he caught wind of boy troubles, Taichi had tried to pry into their whispered conversations, but to no avail. If his sister had learned anything from him, it was the ability to keep all personal matters under wraps until it was absolutely necessary to share.

Spring was in full bloom the day Hikari approached Takeru's homeroom class. It was lunch period, the hallway bustling with students visiting their friends or gossiping in the small nooks and crannies they managed to find.

Typically, Hikari would sit with other girls in her own homeroom class, swapping bits of lunch for sweets or finishing up last minute homework assignments.

Budding leaves scraped at the windows, fluffy clouds adorning the effervescent sky. Clear weather was a good omen, Hikari decided.

She offered her friends a flimsy excuse before darting out of the room, bento in clutch. The world was still dark when she had woken up that morning to prepare her meal, going as far to cut the sausage into the shape of an octopus, an effort Takeru was sure to appreciate.

The moment Hikari stood in the threshold of another classroom, nearly every pair of eyes gazed at her in curiosity.

She had known most of these people since she had been in elementary school, but this was the first time she had brought lunch to a classroom that wasn't her own.

Takeru's blond head was settled towards the back, his attention too focused on the book in his lap to notice her arrival.

"Yagami-san!" A boy cried. With brown hair that flopped in his face and wide, excited eyes, he reminded Hikari of a puppy. His name was just on the tip of her tongue, a half-hearted smile twisting at her lips just as Takeru glanced up.

Hikari pretended that his shocked expression didn't sting.

The boy in front of her didn't seem to notice Hikari's divided attention, touching her shoulder lightly until she pulled away.

"Nice talking with you," she managed, stepping out from his grip as he was mid-sentence. A part of her wanted to feel guilty for cutting him off, but the way Takeru shut his book, made the effort to turn his desk around to make room for her, was worth a little heartache.

Fingers shaking around the strap of her lunch bag, Hikari plastered on a pleasing smile.

"What brings you here during lunch? Is something wrong with the Digital World?" Takeru's eyebrows had bunched together, voice low. Hikari sat delicately in the desk Takeru maneuvered in front of his own, her jaw tense. His cerulean eyes bore into her own, straight forward and determined.

"Does something have to be wrong for me to sit here?"

His eyebrows relaxed, confusion tilting them upwards. "It's just… why else would you sit here?"

All boys are the same, Hikari thought ruefully. A singular eyelid twitched in annoyance.

Instead of replying, she unpacked her bento, ignoring Takeru's questioning stare.

"The weather is lovely today," she commented, spearing her rice forcefully with chopsticks. If he noticed the little grains that flew free, Takeru was too kind to comment, picking at his own meager meal with disinterest.

Silence stretched between them, the hushed conversations of the other students washing over their awkward glances. An octopus sausage smiled up at Hikari. “Here,” Hikari thrust the sausage onto Takeru’s rice, her chopsticks nearly shaking.

“Cool.” He smiled. In one bite, the octopus sausage disappeared. Hikari fought the urge to roll her eyes, breathing out her nose. The silence grew uncomfortable, the sounds of them chewing overcoming any attempt at conversation.

“So,” Takeru managed between bites, “Are you sure there wasn’t a reason you wanted to eat lunch with me?”

With his blue eyes focused intensely on her face, Hikari found it hard to breathe. It wasn’t fair, she thought. It wasn’t fair that while Takeru took her breath away with a single glance, he sat unaffected a mere arm’s length away.

A sigh escaped Hikari’s pink lips, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she packed up the remainder of her lunch, wiping any remaining rice from her borrowed desk with the sweep of an arm. “Yeah, I just wanted to chat with a friend.”

Her teeth clenched to the inside of her cheek, disappointment bubbling in the pit of her stomach.

Takeru’s chopsticks stopped midair. “Oh, okay. Do you still want to walk home together?”

A curt nod was his only response before Hikari took off, weaving through the bodies of incoming students, anxious to get away.

The sting of rejection settled in the pit of her stomach, though Hikari wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t as if she had asked for the sweatshirt outright; Takeru had never denied her anything. If she asked him, he would be sure to hand it over.

Realization washed over Hikari, taking the embarrassment and shame with it. She didn’t want Takeru to give the sweatshirt to her out of obligation; she wanted him to offer it because he wanted her to have it.

By the end of the week, Hikari had nearly given up hope. Takeru - intuitive, charming Takeru - was more dense than the basketball he carried around with him most days. After the failed lunch approach, an air of restless tension had settled between them.

Despite Hikari's desire to have something of Takeru’s - to be the one he chose to share his sweatshirt with - she wasn’t willing to risk their friendship.

They continued to walk home together, though their conversations had no longer flowed freely. The hairs on Hikari’s neck stood on end constantly. It was almost as if she could feel Takeru looking at her out of the corner of his eyes. A few times, she attempted to catch him in the act, if only to provide her with something to tease him about.

As always, he was too quick, eyes darting away at the last possible second.

Miyako had assured Hikari that it was normal for boys to be stupid. “Plus,” the older girl added, tucking a stray piece of lavender hair behind her ear, “It’s not like it’s possible for him to have feelings for someone else. I mean, you both have known each other since forever.”

She lounged across Hikari’s comforter, a reassuring smile doing little to ease any anxiety.

Hikari folded her clean laundry on the floor, organizing the clothes by type. Her hands ran on autopilot, mind focused elsewhere. The tension between her and Takeru’s friendship had nearly reached a boiling point. Outside, the sun shone mockingly through spring’s first leaves.

Miyako rambled on about other things, talking herself in circles until her voice faded to a dull buzz into the background. Hikari’s eyes glazed over as her attention swayed.

Visions of her and Takeru, chubby-cheeked and toothless, playing hide-and-seek against their brothers flitted in her mind’s eye. They had begged their brothers all day to play with them. Taichi and Yamato had grumbled over their video game controllers, waving them away between levels. They had yet to understand how persistent their siblings could be; Takeru and Hikari had learned early on to never give up without a fight. Eventually, Taichi turned around, his grin mischievous and wide.

“I’ll give you ten seconds to hide until Yamato and I hunt you down.”

Takeru gasped, eyes shining with excitement. Before Taichi could start counting, Takeru’s little hand slipped into her own, pulling her across the apartment.

Hikari allowed herself to be tugged along, enjoying the prospect of a game. Takeru maneuvered himself into her cramped closet, shoving aside stuffed animals and shiny dress shoes that pinched Hikari’s toes before he patted the miniscule space beside him with a toothy grin.

“We can hide together,” he whispered.

Squished side by side, the pair waited for their brothers to find them, stifling giggles behind grubby hands.

Taichi and Yamato had found them curled up together, light snores giving them away as soon as their brothers remembered to look for their siblings hours later.

Hikari smiled softly to herself, fingers curling around whichever article of clothing was in her grasp.

“What’s gotten into you? D’you finally realize that I’m right?” Miyako’s haughty grin snapped Hikari from her reprieve.

Wispy baby hairs flung free as Hikari vehemently shook her head. “I was just thinking, that's all.”

It was a weak excuse. The heat that rose to Hikari’s cheeks was a dead giveaway, the bed groaning as Miyako sat up straight.

The lenses of the older girl’s glasses glinted deviously in the light. “Oh? Is that why you’re gripping that sweatshirt as if your life depends on it? A sweatshirt that belongs to your brother, none-the-less? I was under the assumption that a gift from Onii-chan was a gift to be cherished.”

Hikari blinked dumbly, finally registering the item in her white-knuckled grip. Though weathered at the seams, the sweatshirt had belonged to her brother when he was in middle school. Even now, the Odaiba Middle School Soccer Club emblem was easy to make out, despite the faded coloring. He had given it to her once his broad shoulders grew out of it.

An idea sparked in Hikari's mind, her eyes glittering with confidence. "Miyako," she began, hastily putting away the rest of the laundry, "I think you're right. You always seem to know exactly what to say."

Miyako merely shrugged before continuing her thoughts . “So, as I was saying…”

Hikari decided to give Takeru some time to himself. Her new - and greatly improved - plan was dependent on a little bit of distance. After all, wasn't that what made the heart grow fonder?

As summer break approached with a startling intensity, Hikari had busied herself with after school club duties. In the midst of her photography club requirements, walking home with Takeru was no longer an option.

At first, his evident hurt had been difficult to manage.

"Are you mad at me, or something?" He questioned once Hikari had stopped meeting him at the school gate. While she did her best to comfort him, his eyes had refused to meet hers for the rest of the conversation.

"It's just a boy thing. He'll get over it," Miyako assured.

With Taichi's sweatshirt balled up at the bottom of her bookbag, it wouldn't take much longer for her plan to come to fruition.

Before summertime could fully unfurl its wings, a cold front rolled in, bringing dark, gray clouds along. The pitter-patter of rain had done away with most of the club meetings, students buzzing with excitement about the prospect of going home early.

After the final bell rang, Hikari hastily gathered her things, pulling her brother’s sweatshirt from its depths, shrugging it on over her uniform.

Aside from a few questioning glances, her classmates didn’t comment on her attire as she hurriedly made her escape.

She glanced out the windows as her pace quickened, heart palpitating once Takeru’s blond hair came into view. With basketball season nearing a close, Takeru’s afternoons were free from obligation.

A blue umbrella shielded him from the onslaught of rain, reminding Hikari to coincidentally forget hers in the hopes that they could share. Hikari wasted no time in toeing off her school shoes, cramming her feet into her sneakers haphazardly so that she could catch up with her friend.

“Hey,” she breathed, embarrassingly out of breath from minimal physical exertion.

Takeru glanced up, surprise etched into his brow. “Has the Yagami Hikari chosen to grace me with her presence today?”

Though his cerulean eyes glittered with mischievousness, a flicker of doubt cinched the corners of his mouth - a flicker of doubt that Hikari was responsible for. His knuckles tightened around the pole of his umbrella.

Her heart sank for a moment before she plastered a grin across her face. “Photography club has kept me so busy, I’m sorry. How has the basketball season been so far?”

“Good, I guess. I scored the winning basket the other night, actually.” For a moment, Takeru’s smile brightened, but as he met Hikari’s gaze, the light in his eyes dimmed. “I looked for you in the crowd, but I take it that you weren’t able to come.”

Truthfully, in the midst of her busy schedule and efforts to give Takeru space, Hikari had completely forgotten about any basketball games. Instead of offering him a weak excuse that he would immediately see through, Hikari remained silent. Around them, the rain continued to fall, puddles forming in their path.

Water dripped down the sides of Hikari’s face, her hair hanging limply, sweatshirt stained a dark gray. Wordlessly, Takeru held out his umbrella, offering her the spot next to him, their shoulders touching. Heat seemed to radiate from the parts of his arm the Hikari was pressed against, the chill of rain held at bay.

“How is the soccer team doing this year?”

Takeru kept his eyes downcast, feigning interest in the mud that flaked on his shoes. Their pace slowed, Takeru’s knuckles white.

“I haven’t been to one of Onii-chan’s games in a while; school has kept me busy.”

Without preamble, Takeru stopped, an incredulous look painted across his features. “What are you talking about?”

They had stopped in the middle of a puddle, water seeping through the soles of Hikari’s shoes. Her socks were damp, the look in Takeru’s eyes making her uncomfortable. “What are you talking about?”

He gestured vaguely in her direction, the umbrella teetering in his grasp, a stream of rain seeping into the fabric over her arm. “Well, unless you’ve joined the soccer team, the only way you could have that sweatshirt is if you had a reason to go to the games.”

“A reason?” Hikari questioned, confusion mounting. It wasn’t like Takeru to press her so directly, for his cheeks to darken while talking about mundane activities.

He regained control of the umbrella, running his free hand through his damped hair. The clouds clung together as if they were scared of what Takeru had to say next.

After a beat of silence, he squared his shoulders, cerulean eyes boring into Hikari’s brown ones.

“Is it Daisuke?”

His free hand balled itself into a fist, mouth set in a straight line. Hikari almost reached out to sooth the crease in his brow, but his agitation had her on edge. When it became clear that Hikari wouldn’t - couldn’t - respond, Takeru tried again.

“Are you wearing Daisuke’s sweatshirt?”

Hikari wanted to laugh. Takeru had gotten himself upset over the thought of her wearing Daisuke’s clothes. The vision of Takeru working himself up over her was flattering, but the accusation was so absurd that it coaxed a flush to her cheeks.

Takeru had grown frustrated in Hikari’s silence, his teeth digging into the flesh of his bottom lip. Before he could turn away, Hikari’s hand latched onto his shoulder, marveling briefly at how sturdy he felt beneath her touch.

“It’s not Daisuke’s.” Underneath her grasp, Takeru relaxed. “It’s not anyone’s, really. I just…”

Her voice trailed off , the sound of falling rain obscuring her shaky exhale.

Takeru uncurled his free hand, cautiously placing it over where Hikari’s still rested. He eyed her gently, a quick squeeze of her fingers urging her to explain further.

“I just wanted to make you jealous.” Her admission fell between them haphazardly, threatening to take Hikari down with it. Reflexively, she closed her eyes before mustering up any ounce of courage she had left. “I wanted to wear your sweatshirt. This,” she motioned towards her attire, “Was my last effort. If I hurt you at all, I’m so, so sorry.”

Despite Hikari’s heart pounding in her ears, the rainfall had yet to cease. The rumbling of thunder was hardly discernible above the sound of her breathing, her eyelids still squeezed shut.

Takeru’s hand still held hers tenderly above his shoulder. A breathy laugh hardly registered in her ears before he intertwined their fingers.

“Hikari, look at me.”

Without question, her eyes fluttered open. The heat had yet to reside from Hikari’s cheeks, her gaze set firmly on the way Takeru’s fingers encased her own.

He took a tentative step forward, carefully maneuvering the umbrella over their heads. “You know,” Takeru chuckled, “You could have just asked for it.”

Exasperation tensed in Hikari’s shoulder, forgetting her earlier anxieties. “That wasn’t the point, Takeru. The point was for you to offer it to me, like a gentleman should.”

“Me? A gentleman? I better get you home; the cold weather has gone to your head. With your cheeks that pink, you’re probably coming down with a fever.”

Hikari could only gape at him, annoyance twinging as she curled her toes in her damp socks. Takeru laughed, his eyes bright and shining. He gave her hand another squeeze before he continued walking, tugging her along.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he offered. The brunette merely raised a brow, not trusting her voice to be steady enough to speak. His hand was warm against her numb fingertips. Their palms slotted together in a way that felt so natural that any residual tension melted away from Hikari’s frame.

“Your sweatshirt is soaked. How about I give you mine when I walk you home so that you have something warm to change into?”

Hikari tightened her grip on his hand, a smile tugging at her cheeks.

“Besides,” Takeru continued, “Soccer is dumb sport to support, anyways.”

“Well, at least my sweatshirt doesn’t have a spaghetti stain on the front.”

Takeru feigned hurt, eyes wide with mischief. “And here I was thinking that you actually knew me. I will have you know, Hikari , that I am a man of culture. The little dab of red you so affectionately pointed out is the remnants of Yamato’s first successful curry attempt. I wear it with pride.”

Hikari rolled her eyes as soon as Takeru’s back was turned, eager to finally claim her prize.

#takari #takari week #i finished this last night and havent had time to fully edit it #i apologize in advance

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@gogogobarry whispered : "Um, Hika...I think I lost you! Hello? Can you hear me? Can anyone hear me? Where did everyone go...go...go..." Barry's brave front is breaking, his voice echoing bizarrely in this nightmarish realm, nervous tones twisted by the hellish ambiance. The blond walks, floats just ahead of Hikari, yet he seems completely unaware of her presence. Suddenly, he whirls abruptly to stare daggers at his friend with eyes of glazed hazel (as if just noticing her), and the angry, warped voice that hisses from between clenched teeth is not his own. "You. Your fault. Why did you leave me here? Why did you leave me behind?!" Despite his accusatory tone, Barry doesn't move after snarling his queries, as if frozen in place with an unnatural scowl fixed on his lips. Why? Because none of this is real--it's just another one of Hikari's nightmares, courtesy of the Distortion World. And--thank Arceus--it's almost time to wake up.

"Um, Hika...I think I lost you!“

❝ C’mon Barry, I’m literally standing right here! ❞ Lost her? Lost his eyes and ears, more like it.

Besides . . . where exactly is “ here ”? And how did they end up “ here ”?

There are so many telltale signs of a world that isn’t quite right --- how both teens move across sheer black nothingness, how this alien space distorts the boy’s tone and pitch into something half-recognizable at best, how the atmosphere feels dreadfully sterile, how insidious vibrations ripple around Hikari’s body with every stride she takes --- yet there are no blaring sirens in her head to jolt her awake. She never realizes she is dreaming, never even pauses to gauge her surroundings.

After all, she’s too busy running, straining to catch up to him. Her legs are getting tired. Barry’s getting anxious --- frightened, even.

“Hello? Can you hear me? Can anyone hear me?“

❝ Yes I can hear you, I’m right here!! ❞

Why is he always just a couple arm’s lengths in front of her?

Has he always been this fast? She’s running and she’s pretty sure he is not so why can’t she overtake him?

“Where did everyone go...go...go...”

❝ OH FOR ARCEUS’S SAKE, ❞ Hikari snaps with a scream, ❝ BEHIND YOU, IDIOT!!! JUST TURN AROUND!!! TURN --- ❞

And turn he does, as if on command, taking her aback ( surprise quickly morphs into fear great uneasiness, for his face --- that condemning glare --- is not the face she’d grown so fond of after more than a decade of knowing him ).

How odd. He never looked at her like that. Where’s Barry’s brand of zestful joy? Shouldn’t he be happy to see her? Wasn’t he scared just now, frantically calling out ---

"You. Your fault.”

. . . . . . What?

❝ . . . What? Barry, what in the hell are you --- ❞

“Why did you leave me here? Why did you leave me behind?!"

If he were just about anyone else, Hikari would already be scrambling to defend herself. Hah, she’d probably even send herself into a swiftly-climbing rage in the process ( oh the nerves it must take to attack her out of goddamn nowhere ).

But he is Barry. She knows for a fact that Barry wouldn’t glare such sharp daggers at anyone --- not like this, not without solid justification. Although his accusations are terribly vague and curt, Hikari foolishly reads into them, perceives meanings where there ought to be none, pronounces herself guilty for crimes the real Barry never confronted her about until now.

. . . So whatever she’s done, she did end up leaving her lifelong best friend behind. How dare she.

❝ I . . . . . . I’m sorry, Barry. ❞ If only she’d stopped there and let him go ( who knows why she thought it was a good idea to continue ).

The first apology slips out a feeble whisper, but with each iteration, her voice crescendos until she is borderline shouting at him ( shut your mouth, Hikari! saying it over and over again means nothing, proves nothing, changes nothing so can’t you accept there’s no returning to “ Before ”? ).

❝ I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry please forgive me you know I didn’t mean to --- !!! ❞ Didn’t mean to leave him behind ( not your fault, it is the Heavens’ Will ). Didn’t mean to soar past the clouds and into the stars while he was still earthbound ( millions want and need you up there, embrace it ). Didn’t mean to accept a pedestal that’d prompt a hasty metamorphosis, a kind of withdrawal, closing parts of herself off from even those who’d known her for a lifetime ( that is for the best, you are not just a girl anymore ). On and on and on she rambles and pleads in a woeful attempt to salvage their friendship, but in its futility, all it accomplishes is to humiliate and degrade --- ❝ I’ll make it up to you just tell me how I can make it up I won’t leave you again I promise --- ❞ Poor Barry. He must be tuning her out at this point ( as he should ). Pay no mind to this overly emotional display, lest you succumb to fatal second-hand embarrassment.

Hikari moves her hands to conceal her face, as much of it as physically possible, childishly praying that if she can’t see him he can’t see her. No use. He isn’t moving away, he’s still glaring at her like she had stabbed him in the back and she still feels the full brunt of a hatred that she never ever thought would be crushing her of all people. To her dismay, the first drops of water start trailing down her cheeks. One after the other after the other, they build into a cascade she can’t screw her eyes tight enough to stop ( oh for Arceus’s sake why is there a flood, who turned on the waterworks, where has the dam gone, how were so few words capable of ruining her composure? ).

Don’t look at her, oh please don’t look at her when her dignity has scattered with the ( nonexistent ) winds! Cast those damning eyes elsewhere, they’re burning her alive! ❛ Hold strong! ❜ her mind demands of the rest of her body. ❛ Hold strong! ❜ . . . yet in defiance, her knees choose to give out from beneath her ( she is sent falling falling falling to the cold dead invisible earth ).

Those hateful, hazel eyes follow. Nowhere to run.

Stupid pathetic child, why do you demean yourself by groveling on your knees? Why do you avert that stone-hearted gaze by turning your face to the emptiness below? Why do you grieve so violently that your sobs wrack your body and reduce every sentence you try stringing together into incoherent blubbering? Shame shame shame on you. Get a grip! Stand back up! Look your old friend right in the eyes and bid him a solemn farewell!

Because where you’re headed, there should not be a single person whose support and company are a necessity.

. . . . . . . . .

She ultimately accomplishes none of that --- doesn’t even begin to try --- because she stays right where she is, doubled over on the ground, hands muffling her cries, writhing in agony like some accursed disgrace ( a meek, final ❝ I’m sorry ❞, but this one is not so much for Barry as it is for some unseen, unknown audience ).

. . .

All is growing deathly still. If she wasn’t so deep in mourning, she’d realize just how reminiscent it is of an unearthly domain.

. . .

. . . Thank Arceus, it’s almost time to wake up.

She fails to notice how her former BFF’s neither made a peep nor budged a millimeter this entire time. She fails to notice that the scowl he wears is half his own and half that of □ □ □ □ □ ( this nightmare, this place wouldn’t be complete without □ □ □ □ □ , and coming from □ □ □ □ □ , those claims of “ leaving me behind ” are suddenly very true ). She fails to notice when Barry’s figure begins to dissipate into the blackness that engulfs them both, as though he is being steadily consumed, piece by piece, head to toe ---

And when he leaves, so too does Hikari.

. . . . . . . . .

Reality is kind in how it welcomes her back.

Her eyes flutter open to the picturesque scene of a winter night, familiar and comforting like home. Gentle snowfall. The sprawling, starry canvas of the Milky Way. Twisting, snow-laden branches overhead that bend under the mounting weight. So beautiful, so quiet, so serene --- but for perhaps the first time in her life, she finds little solace in the Sinnohan winter environment. Her distress follows her here, lingering even long after the nightmare’s end ( through her body trembling with heart-aching repentance for a betrayal she had only imagined, through her hands reaching up and clawing deep into her hair in a frankly baffling effort to either recompose or punish herself ). A strange sight it must be, the breakdown of the unbreakable. She knows that too. She hates it so much.

❝ What’s WRONG WITH ME!! WHY WHY WHY WHYWHYWHYWHY --- !!! ❞

There’s the unexpected click and flashing white light of a Pokeball opening by itself, then another, and another, and another --- until her entire team is wide-awake and surrounding her on all sides. She’s barely registered the sheer panic and concern on their faces when she is suddenly enveloped by a Togekiss’s wings, her cries now melting into his chest feathers rather than ringing out across the otherwise silent landscape.

Had to go ruin their nights too, huh? Get a hold of yourself.

There, in the safety and comfort of Bubosca’s hug, the world stops, spacetime freezes, and Hikari, Savior of Sinnoh, is just a girl again.

#gogogobarry #[ v ;; atop the world beneath the heavens ]#/ wow so this happened. writing un-hika'ed hika is really something. \#/ im so sorry for the eternal wait omfg \

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koushirouizumi · 9 months

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#repeatverse #repeat jou #repeat adv jou #repeat 02 jou #repeat tri jou #repeat advs jou #tri positivity #cv: kikuchi masami #cv: junya ikeda #va: michael lindsay #(Got Jou's onto A03)#(This is still one of my favs I genuinely enjoyed working on)#(even if partway through it also gave me lag issues and I had to retime it SO MUCH)#(So yes some scenes transition a bit awkwardly and I wanted to fix last seconds of sub timing but its a bit off timing wise)#(also due to amount of text there)#(FOR NOW)#(This is as complete as it'll be until I can access original project file again {currently trapped on my lap top with stuck keys})#(This is probably my most in depth Jou focus work so far and I still really love it)#(but I feel awkward linking under the public tweet bc copy right law issues and Junya doesnt have D.M.s open...)#(I dont know what else to do except take new pic{s} of Gomamon plush thats all the Jou related merch I have)#(That and the original T.C.G cards for Gomamon line)#(I could maybe put together a quick Tri!Jou cosplay in a pinch but I'd have to use one of my short black wigs I dont have blue aaaa)#anxious jou kido #nd jou kido

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xxxmasterkali · 1 year

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Riku Gallagher

Basic Info Name: Riku David Gallagher Birthday: August 21st Age: 22 VA: David Gallagher Sexual Orientation: Straight Astrological Sign: Virgo Aspiration: Location - Sightseer Favorite Color: Blue Sim Characteristics: Cerebral, Egotistical, Hard Working, High Energy Likes: Comedy, Fishing, Fitness, Handiness, Mischief, Rock Climbing, Video Gaming Dislikes: Baking, Cooking, Dancing, Painting, Programming, Singing Fears: Being Judged & Unfulfilled Dreams Traits: Child of the Islands, Competitive, Well Balanced, Adventurous, Stoic, Loyal, Observant, True Hearted, Independent, Headstrong, Cool, Determined, Humble, Brave, Authentic Prankster, Survivalist, Natural Leader, Survivalist Instinct, Thrill Seeking, Prepared Voyager, Soul Searcher Lifestyles: Close Knit, Adrenaline Seeker, Frequent Traveler Self Image: Neutral Self Image

NSFW Info Virgin: No Alcohol: Yes Cigarette Smoker: Yes Drugs: Cannabis Wicked Attributes: Switch

Physical & Mental Health Physical: Fast Muscle Gain

Milestones Teen: Adopted a Pet, First Kiss, First Woohoo, Been Cheated On, Started a New Relationship, Smoked Tobacco, Smoked Cannabis, Bought Drugs, Got Drunk, Graduated High School

Young Adult: Got a Job

Family Parents: Brenda & John Gallagher (Married) Siblings: None Pets: Opie (Dog) & Whiskers (Cat) Financial Status: Rich

High School High School: Destati High (Graduated) Grade: A Student Popularity: Very Popular Social Group: Womp Jocks Affinity: Indifferent Club: Football

College College: Hikari University Major: Communications

Work Job: Fisherman (Part Time)

Friends Best Friends: Sora Osment & Kairi Panettiere Close Friends: Terra Dohring & Namine Snow

Romance Relationship Status: In a Relationship First Kiss: Jenna Delgato Crush/Partner: Namine Snow Ex Relationships: Jenna Delgato, Sofia Bjerson Sexual Partners: Sofia Bjerson, Namine Snow

Situation (DH) Riku is the most popular guy in school & is dating one of the most popular girls in school, Sofia. Sofia starts to become very clingy & needy towards Riku, since she senses Riku starting to drift from her. Riku begins to do this more & more as he starts to realize how shallow she is. He starts spending more time with his friends than Sofia & Sofia notices he's been paying an awful lot of attention to Namine. She begins to desperately crave more attention from Riku, which results in her being cold towards Namine & arguing with Sora. Not only does Riku drift from Sofia, he starts to notice this budding attraction towards Namine.

UPDATE: Riku & Kairi caught Sofia trying to make a move on Sora, to which Sora rejects her of course. Riku then breaks up with Sofia & after Namine & Riku work together to patch up Sora & Kairi's relationship, they share their first kiss. Roxas then tells Riku & Sora about Namine's secret, that she's been abused by her father. The three boys race to Namine's, to find she was seriously injured by her father. Once she recovers in the hospital, Riku asks Namine to be his girlfriend & they are now in a relationship.

Situation (HU) Riku has spent the last 3 years, trying to keep Sora afloat & hold it together. In that time, he learns a dark secret about Sora & keeps it from everyone else, at Sora's request. Riku is still dating Namine, but he begins to question their relationship & the single life starts to look more appealing to him.

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Shout out to the wonderful modders & content creators out there! Most of the information here I was able to add to each character courtesy of Radiophobe, Heleane, BasementalCC, TurboDriver, Chingyu, Kuttoe, YourFalseHope, adeepindigo, & littlemssam. Hairstyles were also created by racoonium! Link below for the Mods/CC/Sets/Animations that I have used in my KH Sims videos!

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Character Bios for Destati High & Hikari University

#riku #kingdom hearts #sims 4 #destati high #hikari university

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redthreadoffate · 2 years

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Hello Eve! I hope you're enjoying a very nice week. I am sending you Takari as a ship for the small writing thing. Thank you. I love you. 💖

Hi, Sam! So far the week is okay, had a good breakfast and just finished eating a donut, haha. I hope your week will be a good one, too!

And yes! A Takari fic is under the cut 😁 I hope you like it! I hard time choosing between this prompt and another, but I wanted to get out of my comfort zone a little so here we are! I’m so nervous honestly!! Edited once only though huhu.

I love you, too, Sam! 🥰 Enjoy!

“Yagami Hikari!”

Takeru’s eyes grew wide. ‘No.’ He turned to look at the women’s side and tried to find his best friend. He dreaded the moment she would step out of the crowd and walk forwards to the stage. ‘No. No. No.’

When she was finally visible to everyone, he felt his heart beat faster then he ever thought was possible. She began to walk slowly to the front as the lady who called her name coaxed her to come closer.

Takeru’s fist clenched. He was just about to raise his voice when someone beat him to it.

“I volunteer as Tribute!”

Like everyone, Takeru gasped and whipped his head back to where the voice came from. He should not have been surprised though, because it was Taichi, Hikari’s older brother, who had shouted.

“I volunteer as Tribute,” he repeated, this time calmly. “I volunteer as Tribute.”

Takeru was not happy. First, Hikari was called. Second, Taichi volunteered despite this being his last year. And third, he could not do anything about both.

He turned to look at Hikari and his heart ached for her. She was obviously heartbroken. He knew she was confused, but he also knew that she would not allow her big brother to end up in the arena.

Taichi walked to the front of the stage, passing by his sister but not daring to look at her. Hikari twisted as she watched him go up the stairs. The guards then arrived to take her away and back to her place.

The lady on the stage giggled. “Well, this certainly is a first here. And what is your name, dear?”

“Yagami Taichi. I’m her older brother,” he said, not bothering to wait for the question.

“Such a brave boy,” the lady said, nodding. Then she turned back to the mic and spoke.

Takeru did not hear anything else anymore. He could not wait to get out. He had to go to Hikari. He had to.

And when the crowd finally dispersed, Takeru ran to his best friend and held her close. Hikari cried as soon as he put his arms around her.

“It’s n-not f-f-f-fair,” she sobbed. He saw her parents walking towards them, their eyes glistening from the tears. “Why’d he-he have t-to d-do that.”

Takeru did not know what to say so he stayed quiet. When the Yagamis were in front of them, Hikari let go of him and buried her face on her mother’s shoulder.

Takeru felt his throat burn and his eyes watering. ‘What about Onii-chan,’ he thought. Even though his brother, Yamato, and Taichi never said it out loud, they were best friends and had a very good relationship.

“I’m going to find Onii-chan,” he said to the Yagami family. “I’m really sorry about Taichi,” he added, bowing his head.

Just as he was about to leave, he felt Hikari tug on his shirt. “Don’t go.”

Takeru sighed.

“I don’t want you to leave me,” she continued.

“Okay.”

Even with everything going on, Takeru always found time for Hikari. She was depressed, who would not be when someone you loved volunteered to enter a bloodthirsty game.

“Hikari,” he started when he sat down beside her. The game was about to begin and he and Yamato decided to stay with the Yagamis to watch.

She looked at him and cocked her head.

“He’s going to win.”

That made her lips quiver. “I know.”

He gave her a small, reassuring smile. Hikari leaned against him. “He’s going to win.”

The countdown began and before they knew it, Taichi was zooming from the stand and into the field.

The Huger Games had officially begun.

“He’s going to win.”

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Dreaming To Reality: Oneiromancy Chapter Twenty Seven - 17

Monodramon frowned. He felt like he was intruding on a very personal moment for Ryo, but he didn’t want to leave the Chosen of Miracles’ side, even for an instant. If nothing else, he was a non-presence around Ken, given the boy wouldn’t have known him even if in his right mind. It was probably best to keep it that way, if only so that it would be easier for him to watch over Ryo.

After all, it wasn’t as if Ken was the only one who was suffering.

Monodramon might not have known Ryo for long, but he paid rapt attention to the Chosen of Miracles since their first meeting. In all that time, he learned to notice the signs of strain and trauma that Ryo tried hiding behind a brave mask. The Chosen of Miracles was truly an inspiration to manage to keep moving forward in spite of everything, but the strength the boy showed was so fragile, the dragon Digimon feared that sooner or later, Ryo might break down completely.

The worst part of it all was that Monodramon was helpless to stop it - he could only do his best to support Ryo until the end.

“How are you feeling, Ken?” Hikari asked hesitantly even though she already had an idea of what the answer was.

“Fiiiiine,” Ken said, with an absent smile. “Sooooo much better… I’m not throwing up anymore, which is good.”

“That’s… good,” Ryo said with an awkward smile.

“Yep!” Ken chirped in agreement. “Good!”

At that moment, the door nearly burst open as Daisuke burst into the room with Chibimon clinging to his shoulder. Even with the foreign golden color his eyes had taken, they were still filled with concern and panic for the boy who he once called his best friend. “Ken!? Are you okay!?”

“Daaaisuuukeeeee~!” Ken practically sang with a big, goofy smile on his face as he stretched his arms out towards the goggle boy. “Daaaai-suuu-keee, daaaaai-suuu-kiiii,dai-su-ke,dai-su-ki~!”

Daisuke stumbled in his steps when Ken twisted the Japanese language to turn his name into a form of endearment. Hearing the other boy say something so bold as, “I like you,” even just as a play on words turned his face fire engine red, and he froze in place, his glowing golden eyes widening in shock.

Ken didn’t seem to register Daisuke’s shock, or that of the others as he continued his sweet sounding litany, swapping the final syllable of the Chosen of Tenacity’s name so that it became a very affectionate phrase that none of the assembled Chosen Children were expecting to hear. He giggled and grinned as he repeated the phrase over and over. At times he randomly dragged the syllables out. Other times he babbled quickly, adding an alternating and unpredictable emphasis to each syllable.

#Dreaming To Reality #oneiromancy #digimon #Digimon Adventure 02 #digimon adventure

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uniarycode · 3 years

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Friends

Series: Adventure(s:’s 02s’s)

Written as part of @digiweek. Day 5, prompt: Crossover.

The reboot is still ongoing as of this moment, I am taking some obvious guesses on how it will turn out

Honorific note: Onii-san is more formal than Oni-chan and can often be used to address non-family members who are close. There’s enough of an age gap here I’m not sure if it’s quite proper, but I feel it would be insisted upon.

“Are you sure, Hikari?” Takeru asked, “Mom didn’t give me any money.” A rumble came from his tummy, showing how hungry he was, even if he tried to pretend, he wasn’t.

It wasn’t his fault, not especially. This was the first time he’d seen Hikari since the whole Digiworld thing ended. They got so busy playing and talking (he’d never had so much fun just talking before meeting Hikari) that they lost track of time. Any other day he would have eaten hours ago.

“Don’t worry about it.” Hikari held the door open, waving him in “I’m sure Onii-san won’t mind.”

‘Onii-san?’ Takeru thought, entering as asked. Taichi was Oni-chan, so was this a cousin?

The restaurant was pretty empty, with just a couple of other customers, which made sense since they were so late for lunch.

The man behind the counter looked up “Hikari-chan, good to see you, and what’s this?”

The man was a bit darker skinned than Hikari or Taichi, and since he probably spent all day in this restaurant it wasn’t ‘cause of the sun. His hair was also, darker, more reddish. Takeru wasn’t sure he could see how he was related to the Yagamis.

Takeru remembered he should introduce himself, but before he could the man was over the counter - jumped over the counter - and ran straight towards him. The man bent over until his eyes were even with Takeru’s, one hand under his chin as his eyes searched Takeru’s body for clues.

“-Uuh hello?” Takeru squeaked “I’m Takaishi Takeru.”

The man shot up in an instant, snapping his fingers. “Of course you are. I just had to make sure. This is the first time Hikari brought a boy over.”

Takeru felt his cheeks turn red. He knew things weren’t ‘like that’ between him and Hikari, but he couldn’t tell anyone the truth either.

Hikari was not so easily embarrassed. “I brought Oni-chan” she corrected.

“You know I love Taichi, but he doesn’t count.” The man waved them forward. “Come on in, we need to mark this special occasion. I’ll get you something special on the house!”

“Isn’t it always on the house?” Hikari giggled.

“For you? Anytime.” The man answered, back to them “Just give me some time to actually make it.”

Hikari led him to a seat, and Takeru sat down across from her. Takeru did eat a lot of restaurant food, but mostly it was with Mom or alone, this was the first time he’d gone along with a friend. Hikari was used to it though, she sure looked pretty brave, not like him. Who would have thought he was secretly a superhero? Maybe that was a good thing, no one was supposed to know who a secret superhero is.

“So Hikari.” He said, “This onii-san, is he your….?”

“He found Miko when she got lost once.” She explained. “Climbed up a tree to get her down and everything. When Mom wanted to thank him, he said we had to eat here every once in a while.” She stopped thinking for a bit “He’s a friend of Mom’s too, you don’t have to be scared.”

“I’m not scared.” Takeru said, “Milleniumon was way scarier than this guy. If Patamon were here he’d be nothing, I bed he’d run away scared from Goddramon.”

“No, he’s really brave. Besides, Holydramon and I wouldn’t let you hurt him.”

“Not hurt, just scare.” Takeru paused, he wasn’t sure why he had the sudden urge to scare this man who was so nice and offering free food. He just always wanted to look good in front of Hikari.

“Hey, we’ll see them again, right? He asked suddenly Patamon, Tailmon, and all the rest?”

“Yes.” She said simply “I don’t know when, but I know that wasn’t the last time I saw Tailmon.”

“Patamon, Tailmon? Are these new action figures or something?” A bowl of noodles appeared in front of Takeru, and he looked up to see the man smiling down at them.

“It’s a game, our game.” He clarified, in case the man tried to look the names up on his phone. It had happened before.

“You just take a word and add -mon to the end?” the man asked, “Then can I be Victorymon?”

“You can be Ramenmon” Hikari said.

Takeru looked between them. He still felt odd whenever Hikari joked with the man, like butterflies dancing in his stomach. The man seemed to notice this, turning towards him.

“Honestly it warms my heart to see the two of you talk like this reminds me of some friends I had long ago. We had some unforgettable adventures together.” The man’s gaze rose a bit. “How I wish I could talk to them one last time.”

Takeru wasn’t sure he liked the guy yet, but he still wanted to make him feel better. “Why don’t you? Oni-chan lives way out in the country, but we talk every week.”

The man shook his head, “Where they’ve gone a simple phone call won’t work, I’m afraid.”

“What about planes, or boats? There can’t be nothing.” Takeru said, “You only lose if you give up trying.”

“Ahh to be young.” The man said, “I can’t just give everything up, I have a family now, and employees, as well as Hikari chan.”

“Don’t stay on account of me.” Hikari said, “Go, bring them back here. I’d love to meet them.”

“It’s not a place you can get back from. They’ve gone where I can’t follow. But seeing you two, I feel like I’m right back with them, and that’s good enough for me.” The man turned his back “Now eat, it’s getting cold.”

Takeru did as he was told, taking a big bite of the noodles. Maybe it was because of how hungry he was, but it tasted like the best thing ever.

“You like it, huh?” Hikari said. “Onii-san is magic. The same thing happened with Oni-chan and Sora. He can just take one look at you and know what your favorite dish will be.”

“Thank you,” Takeru called out across the restaurant. “mister…uh, um.”

The man raised one hand but kept his back towards them. “Motomiya.” He said simple “Daisuke.”

You know that theory that the 2020 kids are reincarnations of the 1999 kids. No one said it applied to the 02 kids.

#Digimon #digiweek2021 #digimon adventure #digimon adventure reboot #digimon adventure 2020 #digimon adventure 02 #takeru takashi #hikari yagami #daisuke motomiya

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ri-ships-takari · 3 years

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shimane in spring [part 1]

pairing: takeru x hikari summary: A Takari meet-the-family where almost everything goes wrong, but one thing goes right. [ao3, ffnet] note: wrote this for takari week 2021 but just got too excited writing with it ^_^; (i will post the last part on the correct day during takari week tho!) It's my first fic ever so, not asking for kindness, but readers be warned perhaps (｡_｡；))

But Shimane is so different from Tokyo. The rural prefecture is known for its traditional culture and practices. Having lived her whole life in Tokyo — in Odaiba of all places — she had only vague ideas of how to impress a traditional grandparent. She worried if this was a test, if she was about to be measured, and found lacking.

shimane in spring (part 1): to embark

They started seeing each other in their second summer at university. It seemed to everyone else that this was the most natural thing in the world: like dawn breaking into day, or camellias blossoming in the spring — but Hikari wasn’t so sure.

He was her best friend, always so kind, so calm, and even when he wasn’t, he was at least brave. She remembered how he kept her watch while they were alone in the sewers of Mugendramon’s city, how he brought her back from the Dark Ocean. He always had her back, even on their darkest days.

As early as then, she saw they had something precious, but she thought that was just what best friends did. It was only when they got to college that she realized how special it was.

For the first time they were not only in different classes, but different universities, completely different worlds. The new scenery and its broad new circles were a welcome change of pace, but she found that she was still most comfortable with Takeru, that there was an understanding and acceptance she found with him that none of her new friends could quite match.

Suddenly it was as if something had blossomed within her, budding into an unfamiliar longing for this boy she had known all her life, and yearning to be wanted in return: a wish that was only released months later, when he gently took her in his arms and replied that he felt the same.

And she wanted to believe him, she truly did — but she had her doubts.

He had returned her confession so plainly, so naturally that she couldn’t help but question it. She was burdened by this question for so long. How could he so casually answer it, as if she had merely asked about the weather and he had agreed it was fine?

After getting together, he treated her the same. He held her with the same warmth, and greeted her with the same smile. Where were the butterflies fluttering in his stomach, the awkward navigation of these foreign feelings, the acute awareness of seeing the other, and of being seen?

It was as though for her, everything had changed, while for him, nothing. She always thought that a friendly distance remained between them. Something one felt, that the other did not.

They hadn’t even kissed yet.

She wanted to believe he yearned for her with the same desire as she did him, was as lost in the same strange, new feelings that now burned in her.

But she knew Takeru. She knew what he would do to protect those he loved. And she was sure he loved her, but in what way? He was surely too kind to hurt her, but could he have also been too kind to reject her? Was this actual attraction or simply generous accommodation?

He had never actually given her any reason to doubt his sentiments, but sometimes, when he tells her of his new adventures — meeting visiting French scholars, workshops with world-renowned authors, and all the exciting new stories he was discovering (while the only tale she has to tell is of the new clapping technique they learned to catch toddlers’ attention) — she wonders, if he were to be completely honest, was she what he really wanted?

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“Shimane?” Hikari asked with a tilt of the head.

They just finished their final exams and were planning for spring break at a cafe near Hikari’s college. Their digimon paid no mind to them as Tailmon sipped a cafe au lait and Patamon eagerly downed a little over half of his Trenta hazelnut frappuccino.

“My grandparents are excited to meet you,” Takeru explained with a smile, as he took another bite of their shared strawberry chocolate cake.

“I guess Shimane is more manageable than France, for now,” Hikari replied with a giggle.

Her brother had warned her about the Ishida-Takaishi grandparents, having encountered both sides at one point or another. He said between the two, choose the Ishida side — for her own sake (whatever that meant, he refused to elaborate.)

“We could take a digital gate this weekend.”

“Ah, about that”, Takeru said, eyes shifting, as if searching for the right words. “I think my grandmother doesn’t have a computer.”

She doesn’t have a computer! She remembered that story now.

“We can take the night bus though. I’ve checked the schedules, it’s only an overnight trip.”

Besides the brief initial shock of still not having a computer in this day and age, she did want to meet Takeru’s Ishida side. Their families had known each other for almost a decade, so the “meet the parents” wasn’t necessary, but Takeru had already met her grandparents, who lived closer to Tokyo, and he was lovely.

He had so captivated her grandmother with his charismatic charm and sweet smiles that she asked when he might be planning to propose (while Hikari struggled to keep herself from cringing, he modestly replied that, if ever, he wanted to have at least graduated, and to have saved enough to support his future wife: a sensible answer that impressed even her grandfather.)

She worried if this was a test, if she was about to be measured, and found lacking.

But when he asked “Whatcha say Hikari-chan?” eyes expectantly raised at her, all she could say was: “Of course we can.”

She was almost immediately certain that she had spoken too soon.

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They left their digimon with their parents (their brothers were too busy with grad school and work, and they agreed that perhaps Patamon’s usual caffeine levels might be hazardous to his grandmother’s health.)

She had never ridden a night bus before. Her parents always advised her to travel via train instead, even when they were abroad. Takeru had actually also offered the option of travelling via either train or plane, if they might make her more comfortable, but she knew he had taken the night bus to Shimane every spring, so night bus it was.

They boarded the bus after a light dinner by the station convenience store. The Tokyo nightscape glimmered with a dazzling glow as they left the station, like the pulse of a monstrous machine throbbing to some thunderous beat.

But soon the streetlights blurred into a foggy haze, and the throb soon travelled to her head, hammering down on each thought before they could reach articulation.

“Hey, are you okay?” Even in the veil of evening she could see Takeru’s concerned eyes.

“I’m fine, just a bit dizzy.”

“Maybe if you closed your eyes,” he said as he wrapped an arm around her and gently drew her towards him. She almost resisted, but all she could do was be drawn. His thumb massaged circles on the back of her palms.

She wanted to respond, but felt opening her mouth would be too risky. Instead she closed her eyes and settled her head onto his shoulder. He continued to massage her hands on his lap, where his hat lay neatly folded, and she tried to focus on tracing its folds with her fingers.

He stroked her hair, his touch so light — as if he were collecting the morning dew — before nestling his head onto hers. He whispered into her ear, “You want to hear about what I read?”

He knew she did.

Whenever they studied together, she loved how he would recite his readings to her: from Bashō to Byron to each boring analysis, though honestly most of it went over her head (even those in Japanese.) She never had the same eye as he had, for seeing beyond the words.

She wondered if he might not be happier with someone who could actually appreciate these verses, beyond simply loving the lyric in his voice.

She gave a small nod that might have felt more like a nuzzle in the crook of his neck.

“We read a good one in the children’s literature club,” he whispered. Hikari could hear the smile in his voice.

Children’s literature. She loved those the most, because she found those the easiest to understand, and most relatable.

It was by some stroke of luck that Takeru joined the children’s literature club the very month after she started studying storytelling for child development. Since then, they went through all the stories and poems together: he would recite the text, provide some sociological context or thematic analysis, and she would explain how to interpret it from a child development perspective. She would show him how to deliver it to children, sometimes involving improvised sound effects from Patamon’s wings or Tailmon’s claws, or handmade sock puppets with blue button eyes.

“This one’s called Hope for the Flowers. It actually reminded me of you because there’s a part where a hopeful but clueless caterpillar is touched by the light of a butterfly. That’s not the plot though, it just reminded me of you.”

He went on to explain how the book was published, what was happening at the time, and what it was written for.

This would have been perfect, but just as he was setting up the story, the words swirled in Hikari’s head, blasting to the beat of each pulsating streetlight, and pounding with every bumpy bob of the vehicle. She was about to ask if he had any motion sickness medicine but as she opened her mouth, it was too late.

She had actually packed a paper bag in her backpack for this precise possibility, but at that moment, more accessible was Takeru’s hat.

It was going to be a long night.

[continued in part 2]

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