she is love
đśÂ taichi + sora // [day 3] music (for @digiweek 2021) ok, i know it might be more appropriate to post this on day 5, but it's also about music and i have other ideas for day 5, so... been wanting to make a fic out of my digidestineds as camp half-blood's demigods (pjo universe) headcanon for a long time, so here it is. it's better if you read the headcanon first (part 1, part 2) before proceeding so you won't get confused about which one's the child of this or that god/goddess, or who's doing what. surprisingly, while i was quite in an agony for any other days, i wrote this in just one night. idk why, but most probably because it's taiora duh. however, the interactions that you'll see are more of taichi/mimi, and somehow in the middle of the way i decided that i wanted to write a long conversation between taichi/yamato. also, there's a faint hint of mimato; an appearance of koushiro, jyou, takeru, and daisuke; also a mention of hikari and miyako. (sorry ken and iori. next time.) i put the link of the song in the narration, even though i also add it on my taiora fanmix. happy reading!
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âIâm going to confess to Sora.â
At first, it was a piece of information that only Koushiro knew after Taichi told him somewhere in the middle of June. However, the information then became available to some of the prominent figures in Camp Half-Blood, and it wasnât because Koushiro couldnât keep the secret. It was Taichi himself who actually went around and made a big deal out of it.
He went to the Camp Store as a start, where Jyou had his shift as usual, accompanied by Mimi who was doing her floral craftâcurrently the hottest item in the campâon the back of the register. Taichi was wandering around searching for something that he could present to Sora as a confession gift, but it took him so long that Jyou finally spotted his bushy hair at one of the isles.
âHa! Got you now, Yagami!â Jyou yelled; his left foot climbed the register agitatedly. âThereâs no way Iâm going to let you steal something today! Your lucky streak is over!â
âRelax, relax,â Taichi sneered half-offended, making his way to the register. âIâm not planning to steal anything today anyway. Iâm looking for a gift for Sora.â
Jyou was not buying it. âAnd you think a freebie will be a perfect choice, huh?â
âNoâgeez Jyou, stop making me look like a bad person. Thereâs no way Iâm going to give a stolen good for a confession.â
Mimi gasped, immediately stopped doing her crafts and jerked forward. âTell me about that again!â Her pitch raised in excitement. âYouâre going to confess to Sora?!â
âYes, butââ
âOh, for the love of Olympusâat last! Finally!â Mimiâs scream echoed through the entire store. Fortunately, there were only the three of them inside. âThank you so much, my dear mother Demeter! I canât bear any longer to see my soul sister waiting for this idiot to make a move!â
âI beg your pardon?â
âNow, now.â Mimi knocked the surface of the register demandingly. âTell me how youâre going to confess, young man.â
âWell, Iâm thinking about keeping it simple. Just the two of us, probably later in the annual fireworks. Iâm going to search for a secluded place and give her something thoughtfulââ
âStop it right there,â Mimi interrupted with no hesitation. âHello? Itâs too ordinary. Youâre going to confess to the daughter of the love goddess. Do you think her mother will accept you as her suitor if you use such an artless plan?â
âMimi, itâs Sora Iâm going to confess to. Why do I need to care about her motherâs opinion? Iâm not signing up for Aphroditeâs harem.â
âOh, donât talk as if you have a chance. Your charm doesnât even reach a thousandth of Adonisâ finesses,â Mimi warned in annoyance like she was the biggest fan of that mortal lover of Aphrodite. âYou need to make it as grand as possible, Taichi. Make it a confession she will never forget and worth to tell your future sons and daughters.â
He would never even dare to dream about itâthey always said demigods were short-lived thanks to the monsters that would chase them endlessly for the rest of their lives. âOkay,â Taichi huffed. âSo, what are you proposing?â
Mimi paused and looked up. She did glance at Jyou, only to turn away barely a second later as if she was sure a love pariah like him would not know the answer (and of course, Jyou recognised her suspicious little attitude and started to nag in protest). When an idea finally struck, her eyes and smile grew simultaneously wider. She even leaned forward to emphasise her enthusiasm.
âJohn Cusack,â she announced. âSay Anything.â
âAnything?â
âItâs a movie titleâoh Goddesses, youâre still an idiot,â Mimi groaned, grabbing her cell phone and showed him a clip from the internet. âThis! This is just a perfect, all-time classic but timeless way of professing your feelings! I know Soraâs heart is going to melt, and she definitely wonât say no.â
Taichi would never admit it blatantly in front of Mimi, but he actually liked the idea. That was why on the following day, he went to the storage hoping to find some sort of audio system. As if the universe blessed him with a ton of luck, he quickly discovered a boom box that looked exactly like the one in the movie. He immediately brought it to Koushiro for a quick fix, and right there in his workstation, Koushiroâwith his ever-perfect rationaleâfinally asked the most critical question.
âWhich song are you going to play for her anyway?â
Of course, Taichiâwith his ever-perfect nonsensicalnessâdidnât have the answer yet.
Shortly after, Taichi decided to see Yamato who was nesting with his guitar at his cabinâs front porch. After greeting him with the most original salutation (âYou look like a broken-hearted emo guy waiting for a cupid to pass by, you know?â), Taichi explained his strategies from former to later, and instead of giving any supportive signals, Yamato squinted his eyes looking somewhat appalled.
âItâs a great plan, right?â Taichi was obviously oblivious to Yamatoâs reaction because he kept blabbering without knowing how to pull the brake. âThatâs why I need you and your outstanding musicality to provide me with a song.â
Yamato sighed, slowly turning his attention back to his guitar and trying his best to ignore Taichi. Little did everyone know, Yamato once had a feeling for Sora, so to help Taichi with his plan seemed to be a bit awkward for himânot that he was jealous or anything. âWhy does it have to be a song?â
âWhy not?â Taichi pulled out a reverse card. âThat, or you have to lend me your other Apollonian knack of writing a poem. A super romantic poem, to be exact, with words that are so sugary and floweryâhey, wait, is that a flower on your guitar pick?â
It was indeed a flowerâa pressed babyâs-blue-eyes encapsulated in a transparent guitar pick, to be exact. As soon as Taichi exposed him, Yamato got nervous all the sudden and threw the little thing inside his jeans pocket. A crease formed between Taichiâs brows after he managed to connect some tiny dots flying inside his head.
ââŚis that from Mimi?â
âShut up.â
âWait, are you guys that close? She doesnât make a guitar pick for sale, I know that for sure.â
âYouâre a pain in the arse, you know?â
âI prefer the term âstrong-willedâ, thank you very much.â
Takeru stepped out of the cabin afterwards, greeting them with such a bright smile. He carried a quiver on his back alongside a bow in one of his arms, which meant he was going to the Archery Field. Yamato found the moment as a perfect diversion, so he asked, âOi, Takeru. Can you write a poem for Taichi? He wants toââ
ââsend my mother a heart-warming birthday present!â Taichi immediately jumped in while trying his best to strangle Yamato. âBut donât worry, Takeru. Itâs very kind of your brother to be my personal Shakespeare.â
He was never a prejudice to begin with, so Takeru just giggled at their bromance before went away. Yamato shook Taichi off, looking extremely pissed as he scowled at the son of Hermes. âThe hell?â
âTakeru must not know about this. Heâs going to tell Hikari.â
âHikari doesnât know yet?â
âI find it weird consulting my love life to my little sister.â
âYeah? And when is your motherâs birthday really?â
âUh⌠March thirtieth?â
âAnd you think Takeru isnât going to ask Hikari right now on the archery practice when your mother birthday is? Heâs going to find out that your motherâs birthday was in spring, and Hikari will be able to tell that you hide something anyway.â
Realising his stupidity, Taichi cursed low under his breath. Yet again, Hikari and Takeru should be his least priority for now, so he tried to resume with the main topic. âWhatever. Just give me the song already.â
In a half-hearted tone, Yamato finally gave an option. âYou guys are best friend, right? Lucky, then. Jason Mraz and Colby Caillat.â
âI know that song from the radio. Man, thatâs too mellow. Sheâll never hear it even I put them in the highest volume. Give me a more upbeat one. Not a death metal upbeat, but not that slow.â
Yamato figured out he would never hear the end of this if he did not take the matter more seriously. Therefore, he went inside his cabin to pick up his iPod and started scrolling his music library. He let Taichi listened to each of his recommendations so it would be easier for him to settle on one song.
By the time Taichi finished his preparation, the initial information had turned into a rumour spread like a wildfire in the entire camp. Maybe someone heard Taichi, Mimi, and Jyouâs conversation back then at the store. Maybe Miyako saw Taichi visited the Hephaestusâ cabin when he was asking for Koushiroâs help. At this stage, it wasnât impossible if Sora had gotten a spoiler of Taichiâs planâespecially knowing that most of her siblings had a reputation of being a tattle-tale.
Nevertheless, Taichi did not seem to care and remained focus on his plan.
It was the first day of July when he stepped out of Cabin Eleven and walked across the campfire to reach the front yard of Cabin Ten. The time was around seven in the morning, which meant roughly an hour before the cabin inspection. Sora had to be inside carrying her role as Cabin Tenâs Head Counsellor and supervising the cleaning.
Some people passed behind him, either giggling or whispering much to his ignorance. The boom box was tucked safely under his arm; thanks to Koushiroâs prodigal hands, the device was now fully functional, and Taichi only needed to press a single button to play the song in the right volume. And that was what he did before he raised the boom box above his head; exactly a mimic of John Cusack.
Soon, music blasted right from the pair of speakers. It was more of a pop-rock song and everything but hardcore. However, with a bit of twist from Yamato on the bass and treble, it came out quite nicely for such a beautiful morning like this. And indeed, it was loud enough to attract more attention as the number of passers-by who decided to stop and watch from afar grew.
It didnât take more than one minute for his target to come out of her cabin. Her face looked more curious rather than irritated, and when Sora found out it was Taichi who stood there, her expression turned into an amusement instead. She remained unfazed, watching his sheepish grin as the song continued. The only move she did was covering her mouth in disbelief when she listened thoroughly to the lyrics.
The music came to an end after three minutes, and Taichi finally lowered the boom box. They exchanged a meaningful gaze and a sincere smile in silenceâeven the whispers around sounded loud enough to fill the dead air. Taking this as a positive sign, he decided to open his mouth.
âSora,â he began. âListen. Iââ
âWHO THE HELLÂ WAS PLAYING A MUSIC SO LOUD IN THIS HOUR, FOR TARTARUSâ SAKE?!â Daisuke suddenly stormed out of Cabin Twelve, just next to Cabin Ten, yelling like a mad man from the porch. âCANâT YOU SEE THAT SOMEONE IS STILLÂ SLEEPING? IÂ WILLÂ REPORT THIS TO MY FATHER, MARK MY WORD! HE SHALL BE THE BANE OF YOUR EXISTENCE, ANDÂ YOUÂ WILLââ
He was still in his pyjama and his eyes were half-closed, so when then found out it was Taichiâthe senior he respected the mostâwho caused the commotion, his eyeballs almost popped out of his skull. As he caught the sight of Taichiâs death glare, he realised he was the one who was going to be in very deep trouble.
âOh, schânaps. Gods. Iâm an idiot. Dammit. Uh. Yeah.â Daisuke literally couldnât help himself. âH, hello, Taichi! Good morning to you too, Sora! And all of youâhow are you guys doing?!â
It was as if they were in a concert, except no one was really shouting back.
âI, Iâm just going to return to my den. Donât forget the inspectionâs coming, guys!â
Daisuke took one last glance at Taichi in hope for a forgiveness, but seeing that the glare didnât die down after his pathetic effort, he quickly flew back into his cabin.
âIâm so going to kill him,â Taichi grumbled as Sora approached him, stopping just a few centimetres in front.
âWell, I donât know about thatâŚ.â Sora hissed; her tones were rather playful. âIf you kill him, Mr D wonât let you live long enough to see the fireworks. I thought you want to bring me somewhere secluded on the beach and give me something thoughtful?â
Taichi smirked. âOkay, now whoâs telling you about that? Mimi? Jyou?â
âWhat if I said it was Yamato?â
âThen I have two heads to kill,â Taichi concluded. âNevertheless, youâre still going to love me just like I love you, right?â
âDonât put your words in my mouth, idiot.â
Because her mouth had its own way to give an answer: by leaning into his mouth for a kiss, leaving the entire camp gasping in unison.

















