(UPDATED 04/11/2021*)
So hello! As promised in my other story About all the times he/she kissed me I'm starting a new 'story' filled with little side stories about my fav couple. Because there's a lot more to tell and write.

This first one takes place sometime after chapter 7.2 of the main story mentioned above. I wrote it back in March 2021 (after not writing at all for over 6 years) and was posted on my Tumblr on March 11th. Based on another Tumblr post. See my bio for credits and hyperlink.

Enjoy! Liefs

The documentary

Summary: On a drizzly Sunday Taichi and Sora decide to stay at home. Sora keeping up with the household and Taichi is very much invested in a... documentary?

It was one of those simple Sundays with no special obligations and a lot of rain, so Taichi and Sora had decided to spend the day in Taichi's apartment. Sora, not someone who could easily sit still and do completely nothing, found herself some things to do. She had already cleaned the kitchen, cleared out his fridge, scolded Taichi for not clearing out all of the expired food, made them some lunch, had a nice phone call with Mimi in between and was now folding his laundry.

Taichi on the other hand had tried to convince Sora to join him on the bed to watch a movie, take a nap together or simply cuddle and make out. He also suggested to help her by clearing out his fridge while she cleaned the kitchen. She replied it wasn't necessary, but moments later she was calling him lazy, messy, irresponsible and unhealthy. He told her he had offered her help which she didn't take. Without actually seeing it, he knew she was rolling her eyes. She sighed and muttered something to herself before finishing her cleanings. Sora's mom-like nature made him laugh, finding it both annoying and adorable at the same time.

Sora walked in the room with a basket full of fresh washed laundry under her arm. He had gestured her to leave the unfolded laundry be, especially after her acting like his mom the whole day, but she felt responsible. She knew that if she didn't fold it today, she had to fold it someday next week. Sometimes she asked herself why on earth, out of all friends, she had fallen in love with her extremely messy and stupid best friend. But here they were, she folding his laundry and he… What was he doing anyway?

By the end of their lunch he had grabbed his laptop to watch a documentary. He had asked her to watch it together, but she had declined, not being in the mood for a documentary. Normally he would watch an action packed movie or some anime, however today he had settled for a documentary. She didn't think much of it earlier today, but she watched him and he seemed invested. He sat on his bed with legs crossed and his laptop in front of him. His upper body a bit lowered. Taichi had put in earphones, so Sora couldn't hear what the documentary was about.

Her curiosity took over as she walked up to him while folding a piece of laundry. She stopped across from him, the laptop in front of him and the laundry in her hands the only things between them. She knew he saw her, but his eyes were still glued to the screen. She rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that day.

"You wanted to ask something Sor? I'm kinda in the middle of something," Taichi said, his eyes shortly leaving the screen before returning.

"I can see that," she smiled. "Are you still watching the same documentary?"

Taichi nodded his head enthusiastically. He looked like a little kid who was seeing something he very much liked. "It's a part of a five-episode mini-series."

She placed the folded piece of laundry on his bed and folded her arms. She knew how he could be with things he was really excited about, thinking the documentary had probably something to do with sports.

"So what will I be learning everything about tomorrow," Sora countered sarcastically raising one eyebrow as she tried to peek around the corner of Tachi's laptop.

"The history of glass-blowing in Venice."

What? She shot him a surprised look while chuckling. Somehow Sora knew he was watching it for the sake of watching it before actually getting too engaged in it like a little kid. He had never lost that sweet, childlike innocence which she envied and loved so much.

She took a seat next to him, placed a peck on his cheek, then pulled out one of the earphones to place it in her own ear. The laundry could wait. He gave her his signature grin before returning to the mini-series.

Sora couldn't wait to hear everything about the history of glass-blowing in Venice from Taichi tonight.