believe in miracles

Spring day at a cafe 🌸🍨 [8/8]

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Hikari was thrilled to be able to go outside, to see something of the world besides her bedroom and the small apartment she shared with her brother and parents. She had been stuck there for over a week, unable to even go to school, until her doctor gave her the clear to return Monday. But it wasn’t Monday yet, her brother had argued. Taichi had watched over her like a hawk, as usual. She begged one of his friends to help her, and they lured him outside with something they knew he couldn’t resist: a soccer match between his grade and the one above.

Once she was outside though, she didn’t really know what to do with herself. She had to avoid the park where the boys played, and she didn’t have school… She wasn’t even in clubs right now. She was absent too often. So she went the only place she could think of: the little coffee shop that sat on a corner a few blocks away. She could walk there without getting too winded, and she could sit there for hours. Some of the baristas had learned she liked sweet things but couldn’t have them often, and they would try make tea mixes that tasted like desserts. But she had learned them all. Except there was someone different behind the counter today. Someone she had seen before, but now he was out of place. He wasn’t in his usual window seat with his laptop, across the cafe from her. He was talking to another customer, smiling. It made her feel like she was eavesdropping on something private, and she moved to step back and walk back out, but a line had already begun to form behind her. She felt stuck.

Then the other customer was gone, and it was her at the front of the line, not at all knowing what she wanted besides “out of my room”. She’d just pick a basic tea, she told herself. Just the first one her eyes landed on. Instead of an order, however, she blurted out, “Why are you here?”

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2021-03-31

FUJIFILM X100V

“I don’t think there are enough snacks in the world to fill V-mon,” Hikari said over her shoulder. She laughed as V-mon pulled on their arms like a child. This had been exactly the kind of reaction she had expected, though, and she hoped it would distract Daisuke from the clock for a little bit.

“Ooh, look. They’re little crème brulee sweets,” Hikari said, lifting a small package and inspecting it. “How cute!”

She pushed a bag of gummy candies into Daisuke’s hand. “You have to give those to Mimi. She always brings us sweets.”

She giggled as V-mon pushed more candies into Daisuke’s hands, probably more than Daisuke would approve, before he ran off to the next table. His eyes were wide with excitement.

“Maybe wait till he gets off the plane till he can have any,” she suggested. “He might take the whole thing down, bouncing off the walls.”

V-mon kept grabbing a bunch of candy and throwing it in the cart he now got from somewhere after seeing Daisuke is a pile of packages in his hands.

“Too much sugar for a dragon digimon is too much for a whole plane trip” Daisuke sighed, and slowly tried to return said candy packages to their places.

“Ooh, Choco-Eggs” he heard V-mon’s voice.

“Crème Brulee seems hard to make… But I never tried it before…? Is it good?”

“DAISUKE DAISUKE DAISUKE!”

“Hm? What’s it V-mon?”

“CHOCO EGGS!” V-mon eyes were shining again, holding a package with chocolate in egg format. It was V-mon’s favorite candy a long time ago, and seems like it kept being.

“That doesn’t seem to be a Wonder Capsule, those are out of production from ages…” He wondered, “I guess it’s the one you saw at the market days ago…?”

“CHOCO CHOCO CHOCO!”

“Ok ok, I will get you one.”

“YAY!!”

She got distracted briefly, watching V-mon’s eyes go wide. She couldn’t help but smile, even though the digimons’ reactions to sweets (and most food, if she were being honest) were well known to them now. She appreciated the enthusiasm and the innocence of it. She knew Tailmon enjoyed snacks too, but pretended to be above childish delight. Hikari’s favorite moments were when Tailmon forgot herself.

“What do you think,” Hikari asked her, looking down. Tailmon blended in slightly better than V-mon, if only because she looked like a strange cat instead of.... well, something draconian. 

“Chocolate,” they said at the same time. Hikari laughed and then began the task of piecing through the selection, which even narrowed down was still quite a lot. Snacks were a serious business.

Ken: Yeah, it’s kind of hard to not notice it.

Koushiro: But you never said anything about it!

Ken: I thought it was the polite thing to do?

Ken: Like everyone politely ignores that Mimi comes from a wealthy family, no one knows Jou’s parents, Iori is an android, Takeru’s mom is dating Sora’s mom, Taichi is always disappearing to have make-out sessions with Yamato, Hikari was switched at birth, Mimi has a huge woman crush with Miyako and Meiko lying every time she breaths.

Koushiro: Wait… What was that in the middle?

I promise I won't call you out for that, I won't make vague posts about it or pop in your DMs to ask you why.

I’ve been a bit obsessed with cakes recently. Fulfilling my bakery dreams one drawing at a time.

She still didn’t know who them was, though. “Takeru...”

But he didn’t seem to hear her.

And then suddenly, she thought it made sense. The only thing she thought could get him so angry was a threat towards Patamon. And she understood. So many times, the city had turned against Digimon, only to celebrate them later... and then, it seemed, forget. They tried to do so much good, but the best they could hope for in return was quiet.

Takeru knew he shouldn't be this riled up. In the grand scheme of things it was nothing. Sure, his mom had been busy chasing down another story and forgot to submit the paperwork to the school before the beginning of the year but that was no reason for the staff not to believe him, and certainly no reason for those assholes to try and corner him in the locker room after basketball practice. He'd probably end up just quitting this year, it wasn't worth the trouble. Maybe they all had Dark Spores too, wouldn't that be convenient?

"Honestly it's common sense if you think about it. And it's not like anybody's getting hurt." He grumbled, trying to wrestle the feelings back into some semblance of their normal box. He'd have to remind his mom about the paperwork again.

But somewhere along the way, her replies and his responses had stopped clicking into place, like he wasn’t really hearing her. She opened her mouth to say something, thought better of it, and closed it again without a word. They were quiet for a couple minutes before she finally worked up the nerve.