A/N: After three scratched ideas and over a week of writing, this is what I came up with. Hope it's not too rushed or cheesy (who am I kidding it totally is). This is for Takara Ravenheart.
Sora had always been the planner of their relationship. She decided where they went, what they would eat, when to get off the bus, and what to bring. She was the one who browsed the internet in her spare time in search of the latest events that could potentially interest them boh.
Sora was also a walking agenda, reminding him when he had a gig or if he had an appointment of some sort that he had forgotten about somehow.
On top of that Sora was the cook (even if he did a better job at it), the cleaner, the problem solver, the one who helped him when his homework was especially hard, the one who arranged for Gabumon and Biyomon to be in the Digital World when they couldn't tag along, the one who never missed a concert even if she was busy, the one who insisted on paying her share, among countless other titles.
In other words, she could be considered the perfect girlfriend.
Still, Matt often felt guilty because of this. He didn't think of himself as a necessarily bad boyfriend, just a rather lousy one. He wasn't putting any effort into their relationship, and honestly, he had already begun to take Sora for granted.
He knew that things couldn't stay that way forever, but whenever he tried to bring it up with her, she would promptly change the subject. He wasn't sure why it bothered her so much; they could talk for hours if they were given the chance. However, he never pushed her to speak. Maybe she would be able to continue the conversation voluntarily later on.
Unfortunately, that day didn't seem to be coming. He could only try again some other time.
It was White Day, the day where boys gave back to the special girls who had been considerate enough to share their love with them a month earlier.
Sora had done a spectacular job of organizing something on Valentine's Day. She had taken him to the new music museum downtown and gone to the cute cafe two blocks away afterwards. Naturally, she was sure to prepare her own home-made chocolate to give to him, and the night had been a great success.
Now, it was his turn. After all that Sora had done for him, it was his turn to give back.
Gabumon had helped him make some sandwiches and a few other treats for the picnic he was going to surprise Sora with, and he had even spent a little extra money to buy one of those checkered blankets that one would see in the movies.
And so, after school ended that day, Sora said she would swing by his house after she had changed out of her uniform. Matt agreed to the proposition; it would give him enough time to carry out his plan.
He wished he could've offered more than some food at the park, but since it was his first time organizing a day out, he supposed it was good enough. He just hoped that Sora would think it was sweet.
They parted ways and Matt couldn't help but imagine the look on her face when he revealed what he had in store.
He hadn't been expecting that sort of face.
When he had opened the door to reveal a picnic basket full of sandwiches that he had made himself, her face fell.
"What's wrong?" he asked, worried. Was it not good enough? "I was sure to bring you those special pickles you like..."
"Oh, that's not it..." Sora shook her head. After pausing for what was likely a whole minute, she elaborated, "It's just... I had already planned something, but it was supposed to be a surprise...
Normally, Matt would've thought it was adorable for her being so considerate, but he had had enough of her doing everything. "But it's White day," he argued, tapping his toe on the floor. "Last time I heard, it's the guys' turn to do something nice."
"Well, it's just that I'm always the one to do these kinds of things so-"
"Exactly," Matt interrupted, his temper rising slightly. "Why don't you ever let me contribute anything? I feel like I'm only straining you."
"It doesn't matter, okay?" Sora shot back. Then, realizing what she had done added," C'mon. If we don't hurry we'll be late-"
Matt had to forcefully take her arm in order for her to stop walking down the stairs. "Listen," he pleaded. "Why are you avoiding the question? I just want to know if anything is wrong."
Sora didn't turn to look at him. Instead, she took a deep breath and whispered, "I have to do everything. I have to be perfect."
"What are you talking about? I'm sure if you'd only lay down a few thing you'd be-"
"But what if you don't like me anymore?" Sora finally turned, sniffling.
"What do you mean by that?" Matt raised an eyebrow, his initial anger fading quickly. He couldn't stay mad at Sora when she was being like that.
"I mean, relationships that start off so young rarely work out," she began, trying her best not to sound like she was about to cry and failing at it. "But I don't want us to end. I figured that if I was perfect, then you would never want to get rid of me."
Matt sighed, forcing himself not to laugh. "With that attitude I will."
Sora looked stricken, then pouted after noticing that he wasn't serious. "That isn't funny."
"I'm not gonna leave you over being imperfect," Matt rolled his eyes. "Gosh, sometimes I don't understand women and their impossible standards."
Sora finally laughed, and Matt knew that everything would be okay from then on.
"Look, let me do some work, okay? After all, a healthy relationship consists of contributions from both sides," Matt explained, pulling Sora into a tight hug.
"Yeah, yeah, okay. Maybe once in a while," Sora answered, muffled because of the hug.
"Are you still up for that picnic?"
"If you brought the pickles, there's no way I can say no."
