Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. If I do, Mimato would have been canon.

A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfiction in a long time. I was inspired to write again when I read stories from starrymilk and Scripturiens. They write stories that are so elaborate and in depth and I guess I want to try that one too. But nevertheless, I fail. This collection of oneshots may or may not be related from each other. I wanted to write something that shows how Mimi and Yamato are so different on the outside that you're so sure they wouldn't have a chance in love but deep inside there's a connection there that no one can understand. And that they show their true selves only with each other. I'm ranting, sorry. But I hope you enjoy this and leave a review!

He glared at her as she approached him. His forehead creased, eyebrows meeting and the corner of his lips curled into a frown. He resisted the urge to groan at her. If not for her hips swaying and cheery smile, he would turn around and ignore her.

The look on his face made her smile falter and a worried expression replaced it. She fastened her pace, eager to quell her curiosity. Mimi Tachikawa was used to a brooding and nonchalant Yamato Ishida but a glaring Yamato is not something she's accustomed with.

As she neared him, his glare deepened. Yamato eyed her shirt, his gaze so intense, Mimi swore that he was boring a hole in it. The blue shirt signifying their school color was too big for her. It hid all her curves and went past her mid-thigh. She tucked the center of the shirt to her pants in an attempt to make it look fashionable. Of course, he knew Mimi Tachikawa can pull off any outfit.

And that included Taichi Yagami's soccer jersey. The number 10 in bold white colors on the right side of her chest was a confirmation to his accusations. Yamato ran his fingers through his golden locks, messing up his perfectly waxed hair, frustrated from the circumstances.

"What's wrong?" Mimi asked, her voice so low, Yamato wasn't sure if he heard it. Mimi's pleading eyes staring into his was proof enough that he did hear her. Yamato shrugged, keeping his cool. They were in a crowded hallway and all eyes were on them. He hated the attention and right now, he was not going to attract even more attention by voicing out his thoughts. Currently, his girlfriend was not helping in dispersing the curious eyes away from them what with her shirt and growing anger.

"Are you seriously giving me that right now?" she demanded. Mimi's mood was dampening by the minute. She did not need a fight with his boyfriend after the fiasco that occurred to her earlier in the day. It was like her day kept on getting worse. When she didn't get a response from Yamato, her hands quickly flew to the side of her head as if it could help with her growing headache.

Yamato was about to calm down and explain his mood to his girlfriend but once he caught sight of bushy brown hair, all thoughts left him. Taichi was laughing, his voice loud enough to be heard in the noisy hallway. Yamato scowled at his friend and unfortunately for him, Mimi mistook the gesture. His gaze automatically following her retreating figure.

"Mimi!" He sauntered towards her, catching up to her in minutes. Mimi silently cursed him for being blessed with long legs.

She quickly turned to face him, so quick that Yamato was sure she would snap her neck. "Now you're talking to me? What the hell did I do to you that got you so mad?"

Yamato stopped in his tracks. Ruffling the back of his head, face turned away from her. He caught sight of the soccer star and mouthed a quick "fuck off" to which the brunette responded with an even more boisterous laugh. Mimi who saw the entire exchange, raised a perfectly shaped brow. Her boyfriend was usually aloof yet level-headed but he wouldn't normally get mad at her without even getting an explanation from him.

"Well?" she probed. Her patience had ran out and Yamato's weird actions was frustrating her. She gave Taichi a look as he passed by them who was at the moment stifling the sounds coming from his mouth.

"It's not you I'm mad at. It's Taichi." Yamato stated as soon as he was sure Taichi was out of earshot. His eyes looked at the floor, then the nearby lockers and then at the roof, focusing anywhere but Mimi's face. He was sure his ears were red by then and he knew Mimi would notice them.

Mimi took notice of the flustered blond in front of her and wondered why the usually cool guy was in a disheveled state. Her face contorted from angry to confused within a second. Yamato was sure Mimi would never drop the issue unless he elaborated what he meant. And he knew she was going to yank it out of him even if they were going to be late for their next class.

Without waiting for Mimi's question, Yamato answered her. "Your shirt."

"What about it?"

"It's Taichi's."

"So?"

"I don't like it."

There was a pause. Mimi just stood there, frozen. Her wine colored eyes searched Yamato's deep blue ones for some kind of explanation. After a minute, realization crept inside of her.

"Oh." She muttered.

"Yeah." Yamato replied, still not looking at her. His ears more prominently red.

Mimi tried her best to keep her giggles. If Yamato hears even a small chuckle from her, she knew he would walk out from her. She was flattered that her boyfriend of three years would still get jealous of his best friend despite the platonic relationship she had with the soccer player. The fact that Yamato normally doesn't react to anything like boys hitting on her every day or getting stared at whenever she passed by, finally getting a reaction from him felt like an accomplishment on her behalf.

She failed miserably in hiding her laughter and just like she expected it, Yamato bolted away from her. She ran to his side and wrapped her forearm to his. Mimi rubbed her cheeks to his arm like a cat begging to be played with. Yamato took the courage to look at her and Mimi smiled in return.

"My shirt got drenched with grape juice earlier. I didn't have my gym clothes and Sora and Hikari are smaller than me. So." She dragged on but Yamato was still waiting for an explanation. He tugged at his collar as he realized the implication about the two girls being smaller than her. Yamato tried to clear his thoughts of other guys ogling at Mimi wearing a very tight shirt.

"Taichi was there and lent me his extra jersey. He told me he had no problem with it. But apparently, you do." She finished.

"Mimi" Yamato faced her. "Next time, you look for me, okay?"

"But I know you didn't bring an extra shirt." Mimi replied.

Yamato was about to say he brought one but stopped midway knowing that he would be caught in his own lies. Mimi knew him too well.

"Thought so." Mimi remarked as if reading Yamato's mind. A smug smile was plastered on her face and she knew Yamato was tempted to wipe it off. When Yamato didn't reply, Mimi took the chance to grab his shoulders and pulled him towards her. She gave him a quick peck on the lips and immediately ran ahead of him.

When she was a few steps away from him, she turned to face Yamato. Her hands were clasped behind her and her body was slightly angled towards the left. "How about next time you stock up clothes in your locker, okay?" And she dashed towards the direction of her next class just as the warning bell rang.

Yamato gave out a small smile and all thoughts of killing Taichi disappeared.

"Damn, you get possessive but still get kisses? You lucky dog!" Taichi said while giving Yamato's back a slap.

And here he thought he would let his best friend's annoying pranks go.

That night Mimi visited the Ishida residence still wearing the blue jersey. Yamato opened his drawers and took out a black shirt with Teenage Wolves written in front of it. He pushed Mimi towards his bathroom and shoved the shirt to her hands, demanding that she wore that instead. His girlfriend tried to reason with him saying that it was his favorite but he wouldn't hear any of it and only threatened her by saying that he would cut Taichi's jersey in to pieces if she didn't change.

In the end, Taichi never got his jersey back.