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Since 1 of my first posts was me sharing my headcannon that Yamato would be the one adoption Sora’s name, I decided to list some of the Digimon parings I ship who would adopt whose surname upon getting married. For some context, married couples in Japan are required to have the same surname and while it is much more common for the wife to be the 1 to adopt the husband’s surname, it is not unheard of for the husband to adopt the wife’s surname. To determine who would be taking whose surname, I will be asking myself the following questions:

1. Does the wife come from a prestigious family?

2. Is either half of the couple the last in their family line?

3. Do either of them have a career that would warrant keeping their surname (scientist, actor, etc)? I may need to rely on a head-cannons a bit for this one.

These r only some of the pairings I ship and I plan to discuss the other pairings in a different post. 

Adventure

Mimi and Koushiro- Figuring out this one is a bit tricky compared to the others. While the 2020 anime version of Mimi come from a prestigious family, that doesn't seem to be the case in original anime (at least not to the same extent). According to the epilogue, both have careers that would make it logical to keep their names, with Izzy being a researcher while Mimi is either a nutritionist or a celebrity chef (who also apparently dabbles in fashion design according to Kizuna). However there is one factor that makes me lean toward Mimi being the one to adopt Izzy’s name (at least legally, I can still see her using her maiden name professionally)- As revealed in episode 38 of Digimon Adventure, Izzy’s biological parents died when he was a baby and his adoptive father was his bio dad’s last living relative while his bio mom did not have any family at all, so Izzy is almost certainly the last in his family line. Thus I think Mimi will adopt the Izumi name while still going by Tachikawa professionally. Or maybe Izzy will adopt the Tachikawa name and they’ll name their daughter Izumi. 

Takeru and Hikari- The Yagami family doesn’t seem to be particularly prestigious, and since Taichi is still around, he’s probably got the “carrying on the Yagami name” thing handled. Thus, Hikari being the one to adopt Takeru’s surname seems more likely then the reverse.

Xros Wars 

Taiki and Akari- Based on the typical reasons a man might adopt his wife's surname, there doesn't seem to be any reason for Taiki to be the one to take the Hinomoto name. Akari has 2 brothers, so he Hinomoto name probably wouldn't die out if Akari adopted the Kudo name. Taiki and Akari also seem to be relatively equal interns of social class. I’m not really sure what Akari would do for a living. While I sometimes head-cannon her as growing up to become a physchatrist, I also consistently head-cannon Taiki and Akari as getting married shortly after the latter graduates from college or sometimes even right after she finishes high school (either way she'd probably begin her career using the Kudo name). 

When Koushirou finally reached and saved Mimi I realized I had been worried about them not interacting in this chapter, that somehow resembles the Maze chapter in Digimon Adventure where everything started for this cute ship.

 I don’t feel like I ship them in this version. Maybe I see them as kids in a way that I didn’t when I was their age? Anyway, it makes me happy to see them intereact because they are so cute. One of my favorite friendships in the show.

So cute.

@wolfram-kun requested another Koumi prompt, and who I am to deny the world more Koumi wonderfulness?! This might be one of my favorite pieces I’ve ever written. I was a whirlwind of emotions as I wrote it, and it reminds me of soft pastels and cozy mornings, and because it’s Koumi, I ended up writing too much (just over 2k words but every piece is important, I assure you). It’s specifically Mimi focused. Originally, I was planning on writing a domestic drabble, but me being me, needed to insert a bit of conflict. I like to imagine that Mimi and Kou’s relationship in their mid-twenties is rocky with Mimi always travelling. They love each other, but their label is, well, something, but it’s a delicate and unusual something. But this is Mimi we’re talking about, so there are always surprises in store. I hope you enjoy!

My masterlist of Digimon prompts and drabbles.

Send me a new one if you’d like!

Prompt 36: “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?” & Prompt 88: “After everything, I’d still choose you.”

Three gentle vibrations from Mimi’s watch alarm tickled her wrist, a quick buzz buzz buzz startling her awake and disrupting her delightful dreams, and although she lost all semblance of what she had dreamt as soon as her eyes fluttered open, warm visions of sunshine and red hair flitted in and out of her thoughts. 

She yawned and stretched out limbs that had been compressed in sleep for hours, knocking her hand against a blanketed lump on the other side of the bed. Mimi peered over at Koushiro, wrapped up in his typical burrito of blankets, spiky tufts of hair poking out in every direction. She resisted the urge to kiss the top of his head and linger under the bed sheets all morning, despite how inviting the opportunity sang to her. Instead, she motivated herself to roll up, sitting on the edge of bed and rubbing her cheeks. 

Three hours until she needed to leave. Four and a half until her flight back to New York, plus a two hour long layover in San Francisco. Mimi could have booked an earlier flight, but she relished her mornings, especially since this was her last one in Tokyo until who knew how long. An exhausting and gruesome day of travel was worth spending a few extra moments with Koushiro. 

They weren’t together in the typical sense of a relationship. But they weren’t not together either. Mimi didn’t know what to call it. Love, if that made sense. Whatever it was, her and Koushiro both accepted without any examination. Although, sometimes Mimi could tell that he wanted to ask, that the questions were on the very tip of his tongue and it took every ounce of restraint for him to hold back his curiosity. Sometimes Mimi wanted him to ask too, but fear of disrupting a consistent and delicate thing held her back from pushing. So, she booked her typical room at one of the frilliest hotels in Tokyo like she did before every visit, and cancelled it as soon as she noticed Koushiro waiting for her outside baggage claim, waiting to whisk her away.

Mimi slipped out of the bed, slinging her tote bag over her shoulder as she made her way down the hallway to the bathroom. She giggled at her reflection. The once pristine bun her hair had been wrapped in disintegrated into a floppy bird’s nest overnight, and although she made sure to wash her face last night, remnants of purple eyeliner were caked in the corners of her eyes. The finishing touch for Mimi’s look was Koushiro’s large t-shirt draped over her petite frame, this one proudly depicting some sort of mathematical equation. She pulled it off, tossing it in the corner, then thought the better of it and stuffed the shirt into her bag. 

Her hand hovered over the shower knob, but she decided against it, choosing the same ruffle blouse and black pants that she wore yesterday, hoping that the smell of home would remain embedded in their fabric until she landed in New York. She washed her face with the bottle of Aveeno that always lived there, along with several moisturizers and a stash of foundations, mascaras, and other make-up paraphernalia, underneath the sink. 

“There you are,” Mimi said, holding up her favorite watermelon flavored pink lipgloss. “I’ve been looking forever for you.” She dotted her lips and puckered them, admiring their glimmer in the mirror. But she placed the tube back in its place, it would be nice little surprise on her next visit. 

When would that be? She tried not to think about it because in all reality it would be months. The Digital World was no longer an option for easy travel between countries (although Taichi was working to his wits end to try to remedy this), and flying was more and more expensive with each passing day. Her business was growing but not yet booming. 

Speaking of, Mimi scrolled through her phone while meandering towards the kitchen to make sure she hadn’t missed any new sales that she would need to take care of back in the States. She glossed through a myriad of comments on her personal blog, a whimsical ditty she created to share her personal fashion ideas and favorite recipes. Mimi never would have imagined the outpouring of love the online world had for her eccentric and often unorthodox cooking methods, but the barrage of “This came out so yummy!”, “I can’t wait to try this!”, and “You should write a cookbook” messages that came through each time she posted filled her soul with bliss. The latest update had been last night, when she forced Koushiro in the kitchen he so rarely used with her in an attempt to bridge together macaroni ‘n cheese and spinach and artichoke dip. 

Koushiro had been skeptical, as usual. 

He then ate his skepticism by going up for seconds, as usual.

Mimi could write a cookbook, if she wanted to. Koushiro could be her taste-tester; after all, he was most experienced in her dishes and wasn’t too nervous to try anything she put on his plate. Plus, he would be frank with her if something needed tweaking or was too strange even for her standards. The thought was as alluring as it was delicious. 

But it was just that, a fleeting dream always occupying her mind when she was here because after a week in Tokyo, she became comfortable in the routine: coffee with Jou and Iori; gossiping with Sora, Hikari, and Miyako (and Takeru); ramen cookoffs with Yamato and Daisuke with Ken and Taichi judging; and spending all the time in the world that one week felt like with Koushiro. Leaving was a lead weight in her chest, but coming back time was like ripping off a band-aid before allowing the wound to completely heal. It would, though. That is, until next time.

Mimi opened the kitchen shades, bathing it in yellow light. She checked on the mini saguaro cactus she had bought Koushiro last year from Arizona, sitting in its spot on the windowsill, happy and thriving. And he thought he would wind up killing it. A few of the other knick-knacks from various countries she visited were still twisted and knocked over from her latest stay at Koushiro’s apartment. He was so anal about setting things immacuately, and she liked to alter them just a tad to see if he’d notice. He always did, nothing passed Koushiro’s sharp eye, but for some reason, he never fixed them this past time. 

She hummed and rummaged through the well-stocked fridge (thanks to her), intent on whipping up a batch of apple pie pancakes, the same breakfast she made for them on every one of her last mornings. She groaned, tapping her foot in frustration. How could she have forgotten to buy apples? A carton of strawberries on the top shelf mocked her, but since she had to make do with what she had, Mimi reached for them. She set out eggs, yogurt, a sprig of basil, and butter; and flour, baking powder, and sugar, spinning around like a whirlwind in the kitchen. Drawers shuttered closed, measuring spoons and cups rattled, the coffee maker whirred, and butter sizzled in a hot frying pan as Mimi folded together batter in one bowl and beat the cream into stiff peaks in a smaller one.

Koushiro’s heavy footsteps sauntered into the room, and he stifled a yawn while Mimi grinned at him, still twisted in a blanket cocoon, his thick, black rimmed glasses askew on his nose. 

“Hungry?” she asked.

“For your pancakes? Always.” 

“Don’t be upset, but I never bought apples at the grocery store. So I’m going out on a limb and trying a strawberries and cream combo.” 

“Hmm,” Koushiro mused. Mimi turned to the pan for a second and when she spun back around, Koushiro’s finger was plunged into her bowl of freshly whipped cream. 

She slapped his arm. “That’s for the pancakes, Kou -”

A frisky sparkle illuminated behind his dark eyes, and he cut her off by popping his finger in his mouth. Mimi rolled her eyes, but melted when Koushiro wrapped his arms around her middle and set his chin on her shoulder. 

“I’ll leave the extra batter in the fridge for you. I always make too much. But that way you can make pancakes tomorrow too.”

“I never make them as well as you do,” he said, pulling back. The idea of tomorrow danced around them. Two hours until she needed to leave. It didn’t seem real, how fast the week flew by, compared to how they dragged in New York.

Koushiro helped her serve the breakfast spread on the bartop, solemn tomorrows dissipating when the scents of sweet, melty strawberries and fresh coffee mingled, wafting through the air. It didn’t take either of them long to dig in.

“These pancakes are prodigious,” Koushiro said. “Even better than the apple pie ones. Are there fresh herbs in this?” Mimi, swallowing a mouthful of pancake, nodded. “Did you make this recipe up this morning?” She shrugged, another humble confirmation. “You’re incredible, you know that? You should write a cookbook.” 

The clump of food cemented itself in Mimi’s throat, thick and suddenly tasteless. 

“Mimi?” he whispered. 

Her head cocked in his direction but her gaze remained on the heap of food stacked on her plate. 

“What if you stayed?” 

The question hung in the air, but Mimi shifted her focus to him. He was fixated on her, like she was the only thing worth looking at in the room, studying every twitch in her face and body movement. There was a deepness in his eyes, and Mimi was sure if she stared at them two long, she would drift off into space.

“‘Stayed’ as in stay in Tokyo and miss my flight?”

“Yes.”

“For how long?”

“Indefinitely.”

Koushiro turned his entire body towards her, the fork wavering slightly in his grasp.

“Would that be okay?” he asked, his voice cracking like it used to when he was 16 and wasn’t able to articulate what he felt. The slew of questions and thoughts poured out one after another, squeaky and unsure. “Would you want to do this as an everyday sort of thing? You could stay. Here, I mean. If you wanted to. There’s more than enough room, and your imprint is already pressed upon this place. You have the spare key. And, and we could run to New York to gather your things...not run, but you know...” When Mimi answered him only with a wide stare, Koushiro mistakenly deduced that she wasn’t interested. He cleared his throat, a pink blush lining his cheeks from sheer embarrassment and raw emotion. “I won’t pressure you if it’s not what you want. After everything we’ve been through, I’d still choose you, whether you were here every day or every few months. But.” He dropped the fork with a clang and dug his fingernails into his legs. “It never feels like home when you’re not here.”

Mimi’s breath caught in her throat. Koushiro continued to ramble with his one-track mind, as he often tended to do when he was nervous, and if she didn’t intervene, days could go by without her getting a single word in the conversation. She swirled her own fork in the dollop of cream on top of her pancakes and smacked it against his forehead. His mouth dropped into a symmetrical, spacey circle, which morphed into an exasperated huff.

“Relax,” she said, reaching up to wipe off a stray cream fleck in his hair. “All morning my head was telling me to stay, and now my heart is too.”

Koushiro blinked rapidly as if to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “You want to stay? Really? You’re sure?”

“I wouldn’t say so if I had an ounce of doubt. Are you sure?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows. “I’m a handful.” 

Koushiro rested his hand over hers. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. I can handle you. Stay.”

Mimi giggled like a young child, leaning forward to kiss the cream splatter off his face. “Okay. Okay, okay.” Her voice betrayed the feeling of free-falling, adrenaline pumping as if she’d just jumped off a moving roller-coaster. Everything was a mess, chaos strewn about, plans shifting haphazardly, and Mimi wasn’t sure where anything would land. Nor did she care. Because Koushiro was there to catch her.

There was so much to do, people to tell, fires to put out. A laundry list of tasks pinned themselves to her head, but she shoved them all the way to the back. Not now. There was always tomorrow, and it didn’t seem so scary anymore.

“Can we just watch movies all day and fall asleep on the couch tonight? Can we figure everything else out tomorrow?”

KouMi are stuck together in the tree ... Japanese version *

MIMI (basically): I’m staying here.

Koromon: .. Koushiro, you stay with Mimi! We’ll go [blablabla]

Koushiro, after a moment: Okay! (“Wakarimashita !”) (*kinda commanding tone as he tells the Digimon what to do next*)

* he ends up staying with Mimi. *