Sorry for the hiatus. This story is second priority. Top priority goes to "style" as of the moment

The geek and his fangirl

"...And then we went shopping together!" Mimi squeals to the other end of the line. Jyou is soothed by her light hearted voice, listening intently and thinking about how it sounds much better in person. Gomamon was staring at him intently.

"That's great." He comments, after Mimi finishes telling the story of how she and Alison became friends. "But be careful. She's one of those girls who snaps back instantly once you do something that can agitate her." Unlike Mimi, he didn't trust the American much, or maybe he was just jealous that Mimi loosened up immediately to Michael and their clique, showing her weaknesses and prejudices, compared to himself.

"I will, thanks Senpai!"

He leans on his bedroom window, putting weight on one leg. He sighs, feeling the absence of Mimi. No choice but to keep talking to feel her presence. "How are things with Michael?" He asks, knowing that she'll only describe him as someone Jyou could never be. Gomamon winces.

"..." Mimi bites her lip. She turns red, reminded of their most recent encounter.

"Mimi? What happened?" Jyou's tone increased pressure in concern, shifting in his seat. He hopes Michael didn't hurt Mimi.

"My first kiss happened."

After a few seconds, Jyou blinks twice and removes the phone from his ear to sigh. Loudly. Rubbing his temples, he smiles and rests the phone to his ear again. "That's great." Gomamon tilts his head, confused.

.-.-.

"Y-You are..." Jyou stares up and down the familiar figure. "... Motomiya-san?" He tilts his head, unsure.

Jun clasps her hands together in relief and lightens up. "I'm so honored to be recognized by the Kido family!" They were by the door of the residence, the older unsure of whether to let her in. After a few seconds of awkward silence for Jyou, Jun peeks in. "Is Shin-san around?"

"Onii-san?... He's in med school. Do you need anything from him?"

Jun is visibly let down, her bright feeling replaced by disappointment. She slumps and sighs hopelessly. "They always run away." She whispers to herself, though Jyou heard it, though it was just coincidental that his brother wasn't around.

He narrows his eyes, annoyed. Yamato already told him about how she really is. "You can wait for him, if you want."

"Really?!" She grins excitedly, Jyou had to step back to handle her happiness.

He clears his throat. "Yeah, fine. Whatever. Just, don't make a scene."

Sibling complex

Hikari was humming whole slowly lifting the lighter boxes of her things to her new room. Their parents finally decided they would separate, since Mrs. Yagami found out about Taichi snooping on Hikari's phone, being the only one who knows the password. Of course, Hikari didn't know that. Her new bedroom was directly in front of her older brother's, a single wall in between. Taichi sighs, he finished covering the mattress of the new bed with his mom. "Girls like to leave me alone so suddenly, huh." He lays down on the sheets, closing his eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Mrs. Yagami laughs at her son. "Taichi, you know Hikari's going to have a boyfriend someday, right?"

"More like she's going to have a dog that should follow her rules and is nice to me." He retorts. Mrs. Yagami hits him with a pillow.

"Onii-chan." Hikari calls out, from facing a shelf beside the bed. "This got lost in my things." She pulls out a framed picture of her, Sora and Taichi, when they were younger. They had just won a game, the players wearing medals, and decided to lift Hikari together, like a trophe.

Taichi stares at it with a blank expression. He smiles at his sister and pats her head. "You can keep it if you want."

"Eh? But this used to be by your bedstand, though."

"It's fine. It's more appropriate this way. You're kind of her little sister."

Hikari furrows her eyebrows. "... Why is it more appropriate? You're her best friend."

"Just her best friend, remember?" He chuckles and scratches his head. "I don't want Yamato to see it and think something else."

After a few seconds of silence, Mrs Yagami plugs in a pink study lamp. "Oh yeah, I forgot they were dating." Taichi rolls his eyes at that. Hikari laughs at her mom's comment. "It's just that I feel like Sora-chan spends more time with you than Yamato-kun."

"Mom, they've been together for vaguely three months, and with the digital world issues, it's not exactly easy to maintain a blooming relationship." The brunette grunts.

Mrs. Yagami smirks. "Why are you defending them? I was only pointing it out." Taichi gets up and helps Hikari with lifting the empty cardboards. "Besides, why is it so easy to maintain your one-of-a-kind bff relationship with her while still managing the digital world but so hard to be a girlfriend?" Hikari locks knowing looks with her mom.

The boy scrunches his nose. "I don't know. I don't bear the crest of love."

"What a wimp." Hikari murmurs.

February (after the defeat of apocalymon)

Yamato looks out the window. It was a chilly morning as school is resumed, once the teachers found out everything was settled between the digital world. He rests his head on his hand, thinking about how fun it would be if the digimon attended school with them. They'd all be distracted. "What are you smiling at?" He slightly jumps at the soft familiar voice. Sora takes her usual seat. Yamato by the window, then her, then finally Taichi, who hasn't arrived yet. The pattern that Yamato hopes will last.

The singer can feel his heart being wrapped around a red scarf as he shares a look of contentment with his official girlfriend. "I was just thinking about Gabumon. I'm glad it's finally over."

"You have to admit, it was a bit fun while it lasted."

He nods, looking down. "We won't experience it again. Maybe not in a while, at least."

Taichi waves hi to his best mates, yawning. "It's lazier in winter." He slumps on his table. Sora notices girls occasionally taking glances. The Chosen Children had been recieveing some kind of attention nowadays, but she was also aware Taichi had a certain demeanor that attracts people in general.

Yamato rolls his eyes. "What time do you sleep anyway? You're always like this."

"I have insomnia. I try my best to get enough when I can." The brunette replies, as a matter of fact. "In certain times, Sora needed to wake me up a couple of times to get my butt off the bed." Yamato's eyebrows furrow. Taichi holds up a hand. "Before you say or think anything, I didn't tell her to do that."

The blonde turns his attention to the girl. She flicks Taichi's head. "I'm not going to let you fail the semester. Not when I can help you."

Yamato laughs. "Inconsiderate bitch." He teases Taichi, who sticks out a tongue after chuckling.

"I'm not the one who hadn't went with my girlfriend on a proper date ever since we started going out." A silence overlaps the trio. Yamato and Sora blankly stare at Taichi. He did have a point. The soccer player shrugs and turns away, nuzzling his head into his bent arms sprawled on the table.

Yamato clears his throat. "Let's go watch a movie this weekend?"

She blushes. "Okay." Taichi closes his eyes in peace. He doesn't get much sleep, not when the evil digimon existed, and not now.

Memory 2: her reply

Dear Taichi,

Thank you for the sunflower hairclip. I have to admit, it looks cute, even though you picked it. I'm sorry too, for getting angry too much. Thanks for putting up for all those times. I realized, if you didn't fight with me all the time, or make so much mistakes and regret a lot of things, you wouldn't be my best friend right now, who learns everytime. By the way, why did you call? You sound nervous. Did something happen

Love, Sora

The Romantics

"You broke up?" Alison crosses her legs, facing a troubled Trevor. She held a stern and displeased expression. "It was about time. I didn't like her." The group was seated at the middle of the cafeteria, the eye-catching stars, usual.

Trevor smirks and crosses his arms. "You never like any of my girlfriends. Why is that, Ali?"

"Come to think of it, why are there so many?" The blonde flips her pale curls backwards, closing her compact mirror. "I didn't think you'd be the type to break people's hearts so much." Michael and Mimi share a look.

"Are you redirecting my question?"

"Why didn't you answer mine?"

Michael signals Mimi with an urgent shake on the arm. Time to break off the brewing fight. "Guys." Mimi calls out to them. "I-I was thinking of joining the cheerleading team."

Alison and Trevor completely divert their attention to the pink-haired, interested since they practiced the sport. Alison the captain, and the latter the head lifter and male dancer. "That's great, Meems! I'm sure you'll pass the tryouts."

"Just saying, I've never tried this before, so... Help me, okay?" Mimi smiles, feeling lighthearted.

"Of course. I'll be a member of the panel, so you should be fine." Her pale blue-grey eyes glint. "You never tried this before? You look like the cheerleading type."

Mimi shrugs, her heart secretly beating faster out of anxiety. "Maybe it's the time to be one."

Michael grabs her hand, locking their gazes. "I'll join too." Mimi smiles.

The Holy Trinity

"-And then I bought hot chocolate for the both of us." Yamato ends the story of his and Sora's fifth date. Taichi tries his best not to roll his eyes, subtly applying more pressure on his grip on the controller. He was playing a video game on the carpeted floor when Yamato suddenly barged in, with a new story. Seeing no reaction, Yamato gently kicks Taichi's upper back, since the blonde was laying down on the Yagami couch. "Are you listening?"

"I'm always listening." Taichi kills another zombie. "I just don't know what to reply anymore."

Yamato looks down, acquiring a sudden realization. "... Sorry, I've been more talkative these days."

Taichi smiles at him. "It's good. I can tell you really like each other."

"She talks about me like this too?"

"All the time." Taichi answers with a stern tone. Yamato blushes. The brunette laughs.

"Still... I know it must be hard to be somewhat in between..."

Taichi shakes his head in disagreement. "I'm not in between, because I don't get in the way. I'm a separate wheel, and I'm doing just fine by myself." Yamato's mouth raises on one side. "But you're right. It kind of hurts that your two bestest friends have relationships already while I'm stuck here on level 104."

"Aww." Yamato genuinely feels guilty. He joins Taichi on the floor. "How about we spend time as a trio again? This weekend?"

"You must be kidding. It's valentine's day."

"Oh yeah... I forgot." After a moment of silence, Taichi was expecting Yamato's next statement. "Any ideas on what to give her?"

"Wow and I thought you were guilty of dragging me into this romance thing."

Yamato sighs. "What can I give? You've known her longer."

"You'll be together longer."

"Taichi." Yamato didn't want to screw up. He still felt that everything needed to be perfect. For Sora.

"I'm not her boyfriend!"

"Stop rubbing that in, already! I just want to know if you were possibily in my situation... What would you give her?"

Jaws clenched, Taichi pauses the game and releases a breath. "If I were you, I would just tell the public about my relationship."

"..."

"What? Don't have any guts to face your fans?"

"It's not that... How does that benefit Sora?"

"It shows that you're proud that she's your girlfriend."

"So... I'm gonna show her off?"

Taichi nods. "And buy her a bouquet of her favorite flowers." A thought comes to mind. He raises an eyebrow toward his best friend. "Which are...?"

"Her favorite flowers? She told me they were sunflowers."

He knows he was right. "... Has she been wearing any accessories lately?"

"Like bracelets?"

"No... Hairclips?"

"Not that I've noticed... Why do you ask?"

"Nothing."

Valentine's Day

"You rarely tell me to come over anymore." Koushiro leans on the kitchen counter of the Yagami's. He remembers their childhood memories of drinking his mom's crazy drinks while trying to help Omegamon online. Those were the days. "Anything bothering you, Taichi-san?" Tentomon scampers to the fridge.

"You know, the usual. It's the weekend and my best friends are too busy loving each other to remember to hang out with me." Koushiro furrows his eyebrows. Taichi holds up a finger. "Ignoring that today is excusable."

"In short, you're lonely?" Koushiro smirks. Agumon was taking his daily afternoon nap. "What happened to Hikari-san?"

Taichi reaches for his phone. "Why don't we invite Jyou, too?" Ah, his sister probably went out with Takeru and/or Daisuke, the redhead thnks. Taichi sighs. "I miss Mimi."

Koushiro raises an eyebrow. "Really?"

Taichi gives him a look. "Just because I don't like her that way doesn't mean I can't miss her." Koushiro shakes his head, amused. "She would comfort me in times like this."

"Your comedy partner."

"Exactly." He nods. "I'm glad you understand, Koushiro. I'm rooting for you and Mimi, so don't fail me."

"I understand a lot of things." Koushiro takes a soda out of the fridge, changing the topic about him and his potential love interest. "Like now, you and Yamato-san are starting to switch personalities."

Taichi raises a hand. "I don't wanna hear your messed-up theories."

Koushiro continues otherwise. "The lonely sarcasstic and emotional turns into a clingy, happy and satisfied type. And vice versa."

"I can't imagine Yamato turning in to me." He gives me a look. "And vice versa."

"I can't imagine Yamato-san and Sora-san in a relationship together."

"Shut up and be happy for them."

"I am, but I'm not happy you're like this."

"Like what?"

"Like you're covering up the fact that you want to be with those two, the three of you together, but you insist on separating yourself."

Taichi's phone rings, after five seconds of him silently staring at Koushiro. Grateful, he answers. "Jyou! How about you share your scrabble skills and let me beat Izumi for once in my house right now?" The computer geek rolls his eyes and leaves the kitchen counter. He wasn't doing a lot of communicating with the digidestined unlike before during the emergencies.

Love and Friendship

"I'm going to take it off now." Yamato says close to her ear, gently removing the blindfold from her eyes. Sora mildly gasps, touched by the scenery of the tranquil waves that were relatively far from them but still beautiful, the fierce sunset, and candles forming a large heart shape that surrounded an area where there were a table and two chairs, suitable for a relaxing dinner. In the morning was when he gave her the flowers, and showed her the small article that featured Yamato admitting that he had a special someone.

"This is so..." She trails off, lost for words. Yamato chuckles and takes her hand, pulling her to her seat, careful that she doesn't trip. He moves the chair and urges her to sit. She smiles and complies. He takes off the lid of their food, revealling his masterpiece he worked on for several days to master. Sora grins at him excitedly. "... You remembered."

"Chicken parmigiana, for my mademoiselle." He says with a french accent. They simultaneously chuckle, Sora blushing, tucking away a strand of her hair. For a minute, they eat quietly, consuming a few spoons, Sora trying hard to look more feminine, and Yamato trying to keep his mind off the thought that she looked breathtaking by the sunset. They lock gazes when Sora's gaze drifts.

She giggles. "Stop staring at me."

They both smile and obtain a tinge of pink on their cheeks. "I've never smiled because I was looking at someone like this before." Sora slowly drifts her eyes at his face. She turns away when he looks at her.

MnM

"What do you want for your incoming birthday, Emi?" Michael wraps his arms around Mimi's waist. The girl was preoccupied texting Trevor, her back on Michael, the other American complaining through digital messages that he's sick and tired of dating certain types of girls. The couple was currently by the sea a few miles from Mimi's apartment complex, courtesy of Michael's private driver.

You can't categorize one girl, you know. Mimi replies to a text.

"Emi." Michael, seated on a spare log, whines, crossing his leg.

"Hm?" Mimi giggles once Trevor replies with an emoticon.

Michael rolls his eyes. He was starting to think Mimi didn't value this day as much as he did for them. "I thought today was Valentine's day."

"Yeah. That's why I didn't bring Palmon."

He grunts. "I need attention too."

Mimi grins and faces him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Of course. You're mine." She pecks his nose.

But are you mine? He thinks, then sighs. He perks up, remembering a certain package from his bag. "Um... I brought you a gift." He smiles shyly, opening the zipper of his backpack. Mimi blushes and grins expecting, flattered of his gesture. Michael pulls out a heart shaped metal box. On the cover was the letter (s) in white. Mimi gasps, grateful. He opens the box, revealing pastel-colored candy coated chocolates. Mimi picks one, printed with a letter I. Michael picks two, printed with a heart and a U respectively.

The girl blushes. "This is the sweetest thing ever."

"Nonsense." Their noses touch. "Nothing could be as sweet as you."

Mimi giggles. "Michael!" She ruffles his hair and gives it a light sniff. "Now I feel ashamed of my gift." Her pout brought a smile to his face. She was just too cute to handle. Mimi zips open her shoulder bag to reveal a black leather box. With the logo, Michael could instantly tell what it was.

He laughs. "Seriously?"

"Shut up." Mimi blushes. She opens the box and positions the object on Michael's wrist. She proceeds to make him wear it.

"It's beautiful, Emi." He stares at the Tachikawa-branded silver watch, a new model designed by Mimi's father. "Thank you." Michael smiles.

The girl clears her throat. "There's a letter inside." She turns away, urging Michael to read it while her back was facing him. He fondly stares at Mimi before reading her letter.

Dear Michael,

I can't thank you enough for breaking the ice between me and New York. So far, you are the brightest star I have seen that shines within the bare and plain blue gray American sky. You became my home. I'm proud of you and your talents, that make people look up to you, and I'm so lucky to say that I'm here standing beside you, that you look at me with eyes only for me, that we share something other people want. I hope many years come by, with you as my prince. Happy Valentine's, boyfie!

Michael instantly turns red but smiles goofily anyway. He scratches his head and shares a hug with Mimi. "Aww." Mimi pats his back. He pats his lap to make Mimi sit on him, which she does, while texting Trevor. "He reminded me."

Michael was still staring at the watch. "Trevor? Reminded you what?"

"The school trip to Coney Island, that amusement park by the beach."

"Oh yeah. We're going to spend a week there, right? It's so Trevor to look forward to these things."

"He just wants to pick up chicks." Mimi says frankly.

Michael laughs at that. He pinches her cheek. "You're so cute."

Mimi pouts, and further leans on Michael's shoulder. "... But you won't, right?" She whines, in a softer and higher voice.

"Won't what?"

"Pick up chicks."

Michael pats her head. "All I need is one."

Mimi stands. "Rude. I'm not a chick."