Title: Entertain Me
Drabble: #13
TK's prompt: Air guitar
Randomly selected pairing: Koukari
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Notes: I liked writing this. Maybe I should write more Koukari in future.
Hikari thinks that Koushiro is too smart for his own good sometimes. She knows that there are a tonne of people out there who would kill to be as smart as he is, to share that infinite capacity and constant thirst for knowledge that only he seems to have. He wasn't given the crest of knowledge for nothing, after all; it's his intelligence and curiosity, his insatiable appetite for knowing more about everything, that sets him apart from everybody else.
And she knows that he's capable of messing around and having fun like any normal guy, but he's just so bad at showing it. At times, when he's particularly engrossed with some programming or a computer function that he's not come across before, she feels like she might as well be dating an encyclopaedia.
That's what she feels like at the moment, leaning against the counter with a glass of squash in her hand while he sits at the kitchen table and types steadily at the keyboard of his laptop. She says his name, and is dissatisfied when all she receives is a grunt of acknowledgement in return. So she says it again, firmer this time, the tone of her voice making it clear that she will not be ignored.
Koushiro stops typing, if only for a moment, and looks up at her as if to tell her that she's got his complete attention. She asks him why he never does anything fun; like, the really fun and completely bizarre stuff that people do just because it's so unheard of that it must be worth a laugh or two. She's not impressed when he goes back to typing and taps her nails on the counter, but he still replies by asking her for an example.
She mentions an air-guitar contest her brother was going to enter, and Koushiro snorts.
What, he answers, is the point of something like that? It requires no talent and presents no challenge, so what sense of achievement could anyone possibly gain by entering?
Fun, she says. People enter because it's something fun to do. She drapes her arms around his shoulders, gazing at the rows of code and strange characters on his screen, and says that maybe she needs to show him what 'fun' really is.