#hiae

It’s fucking terrifying to wake up with someone like Kyo Sawashiro smiling over you. Tomoro had been awakened by Reina and, of course, Gekkomon, but this was a first. There was something about his eyes that really, really looked deep into your soul. “What? What is it?” Tomoro jumped out of bed, and realized that Kyo hadn’t said anything. How long had he been sitting there on that folding chair? The clock read 6:02. Cupimon was on top of Kyo’s head. “What? Did you tell him something?” He asked the digimon. “You could say that,” Kyo said. “Tomoro, you’re not in trouble,” Cupimon said.

“Are you sure we can take on a cleaner that strong?” Makoto asked. Kyo’s muscles were tensed under his jacket. He flipped a pen over and over in his fingers and stared past Makoto at the space of the dark bar, “We’re doing this.” Cougarmon brushed past his leg and padded over to the stool where the young boy was sitting. The Glowing Dawn were at Garando, the bar owned by their information broker, Maki. What information Maki had for them was thin. Honestly not surprising- the Five Stars and their movements were given the utmost secrecy.  “What he means to say is, he’s pissed,” Cougarmon explained, “so in his mind, there’s no room for failure.” In his mind? The pen snapped in half in Kyo’s hand. He wasn’t even aware he was holding it with that tight of a grip. He stared at the blue stains on his palm without seeing them, “We’re doing this,” he repeated.

Tomoro blinks, “You took a cooking class?” “At the high school.” “No way.” “Seriously. Remember how you hated my cooking after- after all the stuff happened?” “N-no!” He puts his hands out, “I just- it didn’t taste like mom’s food,” there’s a couple of sweatdrops on his forehead, “that’s all.” “Tomoro. It was awful.” He takes a breath. “Ok, yeah. Your cooking was hot garbage back then.”