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mementofloreo-archived · 2 years

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"No, don't go yet- just hold me for a while." - hikari for daisuke, from @sorrowmarked

Oh, that's just not fair.

His heart is in his throat, and Daisuke knows his palms are a sweaty mess. He's so flushed that his entire head feels like it's on fire, he can barely breathe-

This is, he thinks, the worst. He can't say no to her- he can never say no to Hikari. Not that he would ever want to either way. Not that she's never hugged him, not that she's never clung to him like a lifeline- they're best friends. They've been best friends since they were...he's not sure how young. Three? Four?

Taichi announcing his plans to start apartment hunting and try living on his own when he begins university, of course it hit Hikari hard. Of course she's having a hard time with it. They're close, so close, and Taichi's always been a bit of a...hoverer, all things considered. It's a huge change for Hikari to be facing.

That's why he brought her out for ice cream, paid for it, paid when she wanted seconds- food, food food. It's always been the best way he knows to offer comfort to people. It tastes good, it fills you up, it gives you a distraction. (She's one of the first people to make him notice that, in fact, even if she doesn't know it)

Walking her home is just reflex, really. They go to different schools now(though once they start high school they'll be at the same one) and Daisuke has a bit of a hike and a train ride just to get to the Yagami's apartment. But it's never stopped him before, right?

Hikari dissolving into quiet, shaking tears the moment they step inside, though...

There are already some boxes here and there. A little clutter from Taichi beginning to pack, even if he hasn't made a final decision on where he's moving in yet. It's quiet though, nobody else home at the moment, and Hikari just comes apart at the seams.

Ushering her to the sofa so she's at least in a resting position, he sat for a moment to make sure she was remembering to breathe, then he moved to stand and-

And well, she did this. Practically dove into his chest. Don't go, she said, don't go, don't go-

"I wasn't leaving," He fumbles clumsily, "I was gonna start a pot of tea, is all-"

Just hold me, the words repeat in his head, beating violently like a drum(like his heart) and gluing him in place.

As if he'd just bounce and leave her here all alone to cry- come on, who does she think he is? He wouldn't leave before she felt calmer and more even keeled. But crying always stuffs up the sinuses, so a good hot cup of tea is a must, and...

...And the tea will just have to wait for a little while, he supposes, because after all, he can't say no to her. Even if she hasn't hugged him like this in a while. Even if he can smell a hint of her shampoo, even if it feels like an intoxicating fume. Even though she's so soft, even pressed so close against him. Even though his hands are sweaty and twitch and shake a little as he moves stiltedly to hug her back.

He'll stay, even though she still sends his pulse skyrocketing when she's too close, even though it makes him dizzy, even though the older they get the less sure he is of where exactly he's supposed to put his hands.

He'll stay despite all that- and, well, maybe a little bit because of all that, too.

Because the nerves are hell to deal with, the spinning is so hard to push aside, but they happen because he loves her. And he'd tear the world apart for her if she asked. To shreds, to threads, to dust, all for her, he'd do anything at all.

So what's ignoring a few butterflies and holding her for a while compared to that?

#sorrowmarked #「If time was never on our side||Then before I die‚ I wanna burn out bright」[Daisuke]#「I’m no angel‚ I’m just me||But I will love you endlessly」[Daisuke🎔Hikari;sorrowmarked]#SOME PINING FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT

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mementofloreo-archived · 3 years

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@sorrowmarked || if they had a kid meme || Taimi & Daikari

Taichi & Mimi

Name: Shinobu Yagami

Gender: cis f

General Appearance: skinny and pale. Her hair is mostly straight, though it gets a little wavy and wispy in wet or humid weather, and it's a dark, ashy brown color. It's about chin/neck length, and she likes to keep her bangs long so they often hang in her eyes(she'll willingly wear hair clips/bands for nicer occasions though). Her eyes are an inky black.

Personality: Shinobu is a bit on the quiet side, and somewhat introverted- but she's not shy and timid either and seems to do all right when it comes to socializing, though she's just as happy to quietly do things on her own. She enjoys plenty of things that most kids enjoy- cartoons, playing video games, etc...but she also has an extremely bizarre fixation on horror and things with macabre aesthetic. Some of her favorite dolls and plushes look like they need to be exorcised.

Special Talents: Almost nothing scares or startles her(certainly not horror films). Including bugs, spiders, poisonous reptiles...

Who they like better: If she HAD to pick she'd reluctantly go with Mimi but she honestly loves both mom and dad a lot :>

Who they take after more: She doesn't really take after either of them very much(not entirely surprising, as she's adopted) at first. As she gets older though she picks up Taichi's protective instincts and finds she enjoys soccer too. She also becomes very inquisitive and inventive, things she probably picked up from Mimi.

Personal Headcanon: Neither her face or voice are very expressive so it can be hard to get a read on her, but she's not closed off either, and she has a very quick and surprising deadpan sense of humor.

Daisuke & Hikari

Name: Youtaro Motomiya

Gender: trans m

General Appearance: Born slightly premature and a little bit small and scrawny as he's growing up- and he never does get very tall. His hair is like Daisuke's in terms of texture, a little wavy and hard to tame- he usually just sweeps it back out of his face. The color has the same deep red undertones, but it's lighter, a little less saturated- influenced by the ash brown of his mom's hair. His skin tone is also darker like Daisuke's.

Personality: Inquisitive, active, intrepid- he loves to explore, no matter where he is, and that enthusiasm is just as intense when exploring books. He's just got a highly curious mind and adventurous spirit...though as a result he tends to be a bit accident prone. He likes cooking(mostly as a social activity), and from a young age develops an interest in skateboarding- it remains a favorite hobby well into adulthood for him. In terms of disposition he's very excitable and emotive. And he loves people in general, but he can be a bit shy initially, and sometimes social situations exhaust or overwhelm him.

Special Talents: His enthusiasm for skating means that he gets pretty damn good at it pretty quickly. He's also agile as all get out and can scramble up and over and around almost any obstacle easily(daisuke jokingly calls him a ninja)

Who they like better: He adores both his parents, really, but he's definitely a bit of a mama's boy.

Who they take after more: Definitely takes after Daisuke more!

Personal Headcanon: Youtaro started expressing that he thought of himself as a boy very, very early- not long into kindergarten, in fact. And of course his parents were completely accepting and supportive- his social transition wasn't too difficult aside of his friends flubbing his name every now and again at first, but otherwise he's been happy and supported by everyone.

#sorrowmarked #if they had a kid meme #「ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴜꜱ ʙʟɪɴᴅ║ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴩꜱ ᴜꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ」 [Daisuke🎔Hikari;sorrowmarked]#taichixmimi tag tba

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mementofloreo-archived · 3 years

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@sorrowmarked || the PINING...|| some early hs yearning for u(cut for length)

When Kaori asks him out, word gets around fast.

Daisuke thinks a big part of the ruckus that follows is because he shot her down. She's super popular after all, and apparently there were rumors about her being hung up on some underclassman from her middle school even last year(though he was shocked to find out it was him...)

...Still. She's pretty, and she's nice, and she's got a knack for baking that he can't help but be jealous of. But at the end of the day, she's nothing but a friend to him. He's never been remotely attracted to her romantically.

She took his answer gracefully, of course. She's a nice girl when all's said and done, and she just wanted to clear the air, she said, get some closure so she could start moving on. Daisuke can respect that.

Still, a "nobody" first year being confessed to by a "mega-hot" second year and rejecting her without a second thought? He would have ended up drawing more eyes after this regardless, but circumstances considered he's been feeling like he's attained some kind of celebrity status.

Guys ask him if he's out of his mind and he just groans, rolls his eyes. Then some people ask if he's gay and he waves it off. I'm bi, he tells them, but my sexuality wasn't the issue. I'm just not into her like that.

And he feels like he's starting to hear whispers about him. Gaggles of girls(or boys) here and there, talking about him. He doesn't catch a lot of it- he tries not to, actually- but, well, it kind of leaves him feeling fidgety and flustered, some of the things he does hear.

You know, when you actually look at him he's pretty hot.

And wasn't he in the cooking club with her? Kinda gives him a sexy flair doesn't it...?

I've seen him on the soccer field before and he's actually got a great-

The teacher snaps her book shut as the lunch bell rings and things get noisy as people start to move around. Daisuke's busying himself pulling out his box lunch, thinking about if he wants to get some dessert from the cafeteria along with his drink- and finds himself waylaid by several students(mostly girls) from the class next door.

They ask where he got the lunch, and he looks down at it awkwardly, blinking for a moment.

"Uh...I mean, I made it." He says dumbly, "I do all the cooking at my place."

He takes a half step back as they chatter about how cool that is, and how popular he must be with his family, and- and god, wow, these kids really don't have a clue about his home situation so he wishes they wouldn't be getting so hyped.

"It's just me and mami," he cuts in, "Er, my mom, I mean. My sister's already a working adult-" he leaves out that she's a pro soccer player, "-and uh, my dad..."

Still has several years left on his prison sentence, but fuck that guy anyway.

"...Uh, he and my mom split when I was 13."

Another couple of minutes pass while he finds himself all but interrogated, but he quickly notices something aside of the strangers.

Hikari.

She's sitting on her desk, the front corner one by the door. Takeru's nowhere to be found and neither are Mina or Wataru, so they've probably gone to eat already and she's just waiting on him.

But she's been looking at him a lot lately, it feels like. Not that she was ignoring him before, but...

Well, he doesn't know what it is, but it's a different look. Like she's wrestling with something, or focused, or concerned, or...well, regardless, something's on her mind. But he doesn't want to pry.

Takeru made a joke a couple of days ago though, about her "really not being too wild" about Daisuke's newly acquired "heartthrob" status. Daisuke deadpanned simply that The hell do you mean heartthrob? My looks aren't even that memorable, dude.

There's still that little bit of him that wants to dream maybe she's jealous, maybe she's starting to feel something, maybe, maybe, maybe-

He's gotten used to stomping that little flicker out as soon as it starts, though. He can't stop himself from being crazy about her(he's tried, he's tried so hard) but he can stop himself from alienating her by being a moron about it.

...Still, even though there's no way any of it is because of a crush or something like that...he does think that it might be hard for Hikari, adjusting to having to share her oldest friend with so many more people so suddenly. He remembers exactly how that felt in elementary school for him, after all. So yeah, maybe she's feeling a bit lonely. That much is realistic.

"Hey," He cuts through whatever the conversation has turned to, "I gotta go eat. Bye."

It's brusque, but he knows if he's too polite he won't get away from them. He makes a beeline for Hikari, meeting her eyes and stopping at the doorway.

"You didn't have to wait up for me, we always get the same table," He says casually, but there's a smile on his face.

"Ah, I wasn't-" Hikari hurries to gather her things, "I wasn't exactly...waiting on you..."

She shuffles out the door, saying something about not keeping their other friends waiting, but even as he follows her Daisuke feels a little lightheaded. It's like something out of a dream, what he just saw. Hikari doesn't react to him that way, she's never made that face in response to anything he's said or done or- really he's never seen it happen at all.

But even a couple of steps behind her he can see that her eartips are red. She's blushing. He didn't imagine it.

That little hopeful voice is back. Shut the hell up, he tells it, grinds it under his heel, but it keeps whispering anyway.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Maybe, someday, perhaps.

#「If time was never on our side||Then before I die‚ I wanna burn out bright」[Daisuke]#「You are my heart‚ you are my bones||You keep me safe when I’m alone」[Daisuke🎔Hikari;sorrowmarked]#sorrowmarked #other ppl r starting to notice daisuke's hot and hikari is NOT coping

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mementofloreo-archived · 3 years

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@sorrowmarked || cont. from

...Boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Her boyfriend.

Hikari's boyfriend.

His heart jolted and started racing so quickly that he felt a wave of dizziness for a moment. It was an exhausting but exhilarating feeling, a breathtaking euphoria. His mind was suddenly blank of intelligent thought, just emotion, overwhelming happiness. It was the realization of her loving him too, of just how much she loved him, finally sinking in completely.

This wasn't a daydream. This wasn't a hallucination. This was real, real, so very real. He took a long moment to get his breathing under control, trying to suppress an idiotic, huge grin the whole time(and only half succeeding).

"Yeah," he finally warbled, "I mean yes. Of course. You can call- you can call me whatever you want! Really."

And he pulled away, flushed to the burning tips of his ears, hunching his shoulders, hands fisting in the front of his warmup jacket and fiddling with the fabric. A shy, flustered, bashful side of himself that hadn't made an appearance in years. But then Hikari always drew out sides of him nobody else got to see.

And that thought didn't help. He found himself fidgeting, mouth twitching and twisting as he tried to keep that grin down, afraid it would split his face in two if he didn't(and also that he'd look stupid).

"...Yeah, I. I'm your boyfriend." He mumbled, and the tone was shaky but blissful.

#「ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴩʟᴀɪɴ║ꜱᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴇᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ᴩᴀɪɴ」 [Daisuke]#「ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴜꜱ ʙʟɪɴᴅ║ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴩꜱ ᴜꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ」 [Daisuke🎔Hikari;sorrowmarked]#daisuke ur neurodivergence is showing(but that's my fault for projecting aha)

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mementofloreo-archived · 3 years

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@sorrowmarked || unprompted starter || optimistic angst is a genre actually(cut for length)

“Sweet, sweet thing...”

The words are tender, and gentle, and laden with love, punctuated with a soft kiss at the curve of Hikari's neck.

His arms have curled around her waist from behind, lifted her away from the window where he found her staring sleeplessly at the sunrise, gathered her up into his lap on the sofa. They both are raw and aching, eyes tired from crying. Like the others no doubt are as well. She trembles just a little as she leans back against his chest.

She's also made off with one of his sweaters. It's rather habitual at this point- they're big, and they're comfy, and even after washing they still have just a hint of his cologne on them(or so she says). She's been pilfering them to wear around for ages, since they'd been dating less than a year.

He knows silent tears are rolling down her face. He buries his nose in her hair and squeezes her a little closer against him.

“Grief is a trial for everyone who has to face it, no matter the circumstances,” he murmurs, and the baritone of his voice rumbles in his chest against her. Tears prick at his own eyes.

“Nothing anywhere in the universe lasts forever,” he says, “Change is the only guarantee the world ever offers anyone. From the moment we met them there was always the possibility they would have to part ways with us someday.”

Their apartment is so quiet without Veemon and Gatomon. Hollow, like a husk. The absence is a concentration of agony neither of them can escape.

“And I know,” he continues, “I know that right now, everyone feels that it's a cruel, horrible truth. But I want- even while we continue to hurt- I want you, please, to keep something in mind, all right...?” He dips the fingertips of one hand to trace up and down her hip, a simple little motion to comfort the both of them, and he presses a small kiss against her ear.

“Even when it hurts, a goodbye can exist only because we once had the wonderful blessing of hello.”

“And if nothing lasts forever,” he says, a little louder, a littler firmer, “Then that means even goodbye can only be temporary.” He thinks he hears a shuddering little intake of air from her and holds her all the tighter. As tight as he dares without causing her discomfort.

“We're gonna see them again,” he declares with quiet confidence, “And in the meantime we'll keep moving forward. One little step at a time, together, until that forking path winds back into one road again. Okay, babe?”

He looks up, out the glass door onto their tiny little veranda, and settles back against the couch a little more. They still have each other's hands to hold on to, and that at least can give them strength. Growing up, becoming adults, having dreams, not having dreams, potential or no potential...

All of them are saturated in the notions their current culture has built around them. And those notions are not only incredibly limited most of the time, they're also cynical, or pretentious, or completely off the mark- or all three. Why should anyone, even his digimon partner, have any say about Daisuke's limits? About what counts as growth, or expansive, or potential for him as a person?

He's said something to someone in anger before, yanking them away from danger, when they urged him to let go because he wouldn't make it, and it's coming back to him now.

The only person who gets to decide my limits is me.

#「ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴩʟᴀɪɴ║ꜱᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴇᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ᴩᴀɪɴ」 [Daisuke]#「ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴜꜱ ʙʟɪɴᴅ║ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴩꜱ ᴜꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ」 [Daisuke🎔Hikari;sorrowmarked]#[writes smth that 'follows' kizuna's 'canon' while also turning it on its head and saying 'fuck you that's quitter talk' right to its face]

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mementofloreo-archived · 3 years

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@sorrowmarked || ship notes || daikari!!! (Filled out in context of post-kizuna but pre-epilogue timeline)

Who said “I love you” first: I mean. definitely Daisuke, but Hikari doesn't realize it's Serious or that She Reciprocates until hs, and then she's the one to make a move to push them past "just friends" so like. hmmm

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: I feel like this is realistic for both of them but Daisuke would have it as a selfie they took together while Hikari's is probably a lowkey horny snap of him shirtless after a workout lmao

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Probably Daisuke

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: I think Daisuke does it a lot more frequently for sure, but they both get each other silly little presents 'just because' at least every now and again.

Who initiated the first kiss: HIKARI.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Depends on the day, I think!

Who starts tickle fights: ...Daisuke.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: In not-horny, purely 'im running late and need to wash up' terms, daisuke. In Other Terms, I feel like both might do it, but Hikari would more frequently.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Daisuke. He's a chef attending a high profile culinary school of COURSE he spoils his girlfriend with delicious lunch dates.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Daisuke! Daisuke for SURE. When it comes to romance he's actually very shy and nervous and it's very cute

Who kills/takes out the spiders: Daisuke's actually a little squicked by bugs...but I imagine Hikari probably doesn't like them a lot either. So Veemon and Gatomon probably work as a team to trap it under a cup and then let it outside.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Daisuke drinks, but there's a history of alcoholism on both sides of his family so he's actually very careful about his alcohol intake, both where he drinks, what he drinks, and how much. As soon as he feels himself getting tipsy, that's it, no more alcohol that day. Which means if either of them does it, it's Hikari. But I honestly don't see her being the type to drink until she's drunk either.

#「ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴜꜱ ʙʟɪɴᴅ║ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴩꜱ ᴜꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ」 [Daisuke🎔Hikari;sorrowmarked]

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mementofloreo-archived · 3 years

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@sorrowmarked || smoochie prompts || hehehehehe[this is cut bc it is SUPER FUCKING long. This is literally the longest thing I've written for you I think]

His team has had a couple of practice matches against the soccer club from Ken's school since they both entered high school, in part thanks to Daisuke's friendship with him. Even without any influence from dark gears or things like that Ken has managed to remain an excellent player with a wide reputation.

Daisuke is unknown, of course. There was no soccer club at his middle school, after all, so he wasn't able to play competitively. He stayed on top of fitness training, even adopting some of the rigorous conditioning routine his sister had used for prep after being scouted by a pro team. Still, with no reputation to boost him he had to earn his place on the main lineup when he entered high school.

...Which he's done, really. He's far exceeded anyone's expectations, especially his own. His drive, his vigor, and his honest love for playing have earned him a lot of strong friendships, and apparently also skyrocketed the morale and motivation of his teammates on more than one occasion. They went from a club thought of as 'not bad, but nothing special' to semifinalists at the prefectural tournament all within the course of his first year. They'd lost to Ken's school, in fact, by a single point shave in the last two minutes of the match.

At his school, first years who join the club via application and not recommendation don't play starting positions in tournament matches(common practice, really). Daisuke still managed to distinguish himself, though. When he was played as a starter in practice matches against Ken's school he was usually placed in a midfield winger position. It gave him some flexibility for movement while relying on the one thing the coach and captain already knew he had, which was stamina.

When their first tournament rolled around, he was put in as a substitute for their attacking midfielder. The position was considered the playmaker, as far as team structure. They were responsible for helping to direct the flow of the team's offensive play, connecting the defensive positions to the forward ones and managing the support for the striker, who was the primary goal scorer(and the position he had played in elementary). For Daisuke, it felt like a test, an opportunity and a show of faith all in one, and so he'd pushed himself past his limits to live up to those expectations.

His fierce, quick, and precise play style coupled with his apparently 'freakish' stamina and adaptability in the position have since earned him a place as its starter as well as the team's vice captain in his second year.

When he was ten or twelve, he'd have been gunning for the striker position. It was flashy and considered the really 'cool' position in most formations.

Now, though, he's stopped caring about looking cool. He wants to play his best, he wants to have fun- and he wants the rest of the team to have those things as well. Realizing that his play sense and his technical skill are best suited to that position when those goals are in mind, he's both content with and proud of his current place.

Ken is a striker. And in their practice matches this season his team has, as usual, come out on top(even if it's usually close).

In the prefectural finals this year, Daisuke's team drags Ken's into a lengthy and brutal double overtime- in the pouring rain, no less. Everyone is exhausted, sore, soaked and filthy. Losing momentum, losing cohesion, desperate for a goal just so things will be over.

...Daisuke, though, ignores it. His burning legs, the sharp pain of his overworked lungs, the chafing of his drenched uniform, the slick ground beneath him and the way the water impedes the ball's movement. He puts himself in a mindset as if he were playing a one on one scrimmage against his sister. She's a professional player on a high ranking team in the highest tier women's league of Japan's professional circuit and has even earned a place on its national team.

If Daisuke's stamina is freakish, then Jun's entire spectrum of skill is on the same level as a natural disaster. The ferocity and lack of hesitation she shows on the field would terrify any normal high schooler, boy or girl, and even a lot of capable players from the men's league.

Which means that even a casual match against her demands ignoring his body's pleas for a break and pushing past its screaming to keep playing at his top form no matter how exhausted he is.

That's the extent he exerts himself to in that double overtime. He's in a state where he barely even registers physical sensation because he's so focused. He barely even registers the directional tips he shouts to the other mid and forward positions, and he doesn't register at all the captain calling for everyone to follow Daisuke's lead.

There's a single thought in his head: keep moving. If he stops or even slows down for just a split second, he knows he'll keep losing steam and he won't get it back. He has to barrel forward no matter what until the game is over. He doesn't pay attention to the faces or numbers of the opposing team. He focuses on keeping the ball in play, keeping his body in motion and staying at least aware of where his teammates are, though he doesn't differentiate between them very well.

When he scoops the ball right out of Ken's grasp, turns sharp, rockets past him, he doesn't know that it's Ken. He doesn't try to close the full distance to the goal either. The moment he sees a small gap in the defense he shoots. For the left corner and with every ounce of strength he has left.

The ball hit's the keeper's open palms- and blasts right through them like they're made of paper, making a loud snap sound and spinning against the net. Daisuke watches it sail in, speechless, and slowly he sinks to his hands and knees, well past being completely spent.

His awareness comes back to him gradually in the several seconds both the players and spectators are left in shock to process the split second reversal and upset of a team that made it to the nationals last year. Even the referees take a few second to declare the clean goal. But once they do, everything erupts around him.

He hears it, registers the shouting and the celebration, the exhausted and frustrated but still impressed acceptance of the other team. And he lets himself laugh breathlessly in relief, still completely unaware that he left Ken dizzily in the dust a few moments ago. Right at that second, he's mostly glad he still pre-medicates with his inhaler before any kind of exercise and keeps it on hand as a rescue. He's going to need it.

His teammates, bless them, have the presence of mind not to jump on him the way they would normally. The captain and Ken make sure he's not injured and help him to his feet, and once he confirms he can walk with some support they help him to the sidelines. The teams shake hands, exchange congratulations. Both for a hard earned victory and a well played match despite a loss. The coaches and officials are able to get the attention of the crowd enough to let the players have some breathing room for a few minutes.

Ken informs Daisuke of exactly what he did in those last few seconds while he digs for his inhaler and then takes a long drink from his water bottle. Daisuke is a little shellshocked by it all now that he's properly registering it, but he's happy all the same. He's helped carry his team to nationals, a first time accomplishment for them.

Moreover, he had the time of his life with this match, even as exhausting as it was. The frail little kid he used to be would never believe he could accomplish something like this.

He makes a note to himself to call Jun with the news- this isn't the kind of thing he should relay via text. She'd just drop everything and call him to yell about it anyway.

There isn't a formal locker room building at this field, but there's covered areas around the benches and a lot of the seating. Daisuke and a lot of his teammates take some time to rinse the mud and sweat off of exposed skin, towel off, change into dry shoes from their cleats, put their warmups on to keep from catching cold.

Everything is so hectic that when he finally shoulders his bag and shambles off the grounds a half hour later he's completely forgotten that Hikari was planning to try and be at the match.

So when he sees her he's not really shocked, but he does sort of stare at her for a few seconds, brainless.

She's been his girlfriend for less than three months. Having her so openly focused on him is still a new experience. In general he's really not used to being anybody's first priority. He still pinches himself sometimes to make sure he's not dreaming when Hikari ducks under one of his arms to curl against his side on the train or in front of the television.

Still, he manages a weary smile, and greets her. "I'm glad you managed to make it out," he says, and his voice is hoarse, "I know you weren't sure you'd be able to see the whole game, or even be here at all."

He lifts his neck towel and wipes some lingering rainwater off of his face.

...She's a little flushed, he notes. Wearing a decent raincoat and carrying an umbrella. She's just a bit damp, where he's still pretty drenched. (the moisture and humidity add just a touch of wisp to her hair though, lift it just a little from its usual straight line. It's cute.)

A half suppressed laugh trickles out of her as she looks up at him. Daisuke's not very tall- he's right around average height- but he's strong, filling out a lot as he nears the end of his growth period, so Hikari looks almost tiny next to him now. (She certainly feels delicate when he hugs her)

Her eyes are shimmering. It's easy to see she's feeling pretty emotional right now, and she still hasn't said anything. Daisuke rifles a hand through his hair awkwardly.

"...Uh...Hikari-chan?" He asks, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she blurts, beaming, "Sorry. You were just- you were incredible out there. I think you left everyone there starstruck."

"O-oh," he feels himself flush, "Y'think? Those last few minutes I was running on autopilot, so I wasn't really-"

The rest of whatever rambling he was launching into freezes and catches in his throat. If real life came with record scratches or freeze frames, this would be one of those moments.

She's usually the one to kiss him first. He's a little shy, still, not completely confident taking the initiative with affection yet.

But this is- she's never jerked him down by the collar before. Certainly not so suddenly and so sharply that he's actually unbalanced and brought in.

It's a hell of a kiss, to be frank. Firm, held out for so long, her hands moving to his shoulders, pulling herself in as close as she can until he has the presence of mind to lift her at the waist and kiss back.

He's outright dizzy when she finally lets him break away for air, and Hikari is flushed and beaming.

"Uh," he fumbles, "Oh, uh. Okay."

She peppers his face with short, sweet little pecks until he's laughing, and then she hugs him tight.

"I know how hard you worked to get here," She murmurs, "I'm so proud of you. Congratulations, Daisuke."

He tenses just a little in response. Hearing this kind of praise from anyone is always a bit of a tearjerker for him, but from Hikari it's a million times more significant.

"Yeah," He breathes, setting her down and holding his hand out for the umbrella. "...Let's get to the station, though. I want to get somewhere I can change into dry clothes. And then maybe pass out for a couple of hours. I'm beat."

#「ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴩʟᴀɪɴ║ꜱᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴇᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ᴩᴀɪɴ」 [Daisuke]#「ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴜꜱ ʙʟɪɴᴅ║ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴩꜱ ᴜꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ」 [Daisuke🎔Hikari;sorrowmarked]

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@sorrowmarked: His first response startles her, she’s about to object when he apologizes for saying it. A frown still tugs at her lips. Not because of his reaction to her confession, but because his first impulse was to assume he wasn’t good enough for her. Her brows pinched together, “Hey, it’s okay,” she said, reaching over to comfort him, her fingers brushing his knuckles. “And that’s not true." Most days she didn’t feel she she was good enough for him, but love wasn’t about worth. Love was about loving. It was a verb. It was an action. It was a choice. She loved him. She chose to. Maybe if she was lucky he would choose to love her back. And she would do her best to respect him, and treat him with kindness, and trust him, and support him, and be his biggest cheerleader. But worth didn’t factor into it. It was all … just action, and choice. What she decided to do, for the person she loved. Now that she had said it, now that she had done it, she didn’t feel so nervous now. There was no worry hanging over her head. There was just this. The after, the what came next. He’d tell her he returned his feelings, or he he would tell her he didn’t. Suddenly all that worry felt so … silly. Of course, they’d still be friends after this. Of course. Because that’s how they worked. They’d always be best friends. But then he was smiling at her and his eyes were watery, and she knew. Knew where this was going. Should have just told him ages ago. I worry too much over nothing. He pulled her in close and her arms wrapped around him, her cheek against his chest. There’s never been anybody but you, she didn’t know if she felt guilty or elated. Both, she guessed. Her hands tightened on the back of his shirt, bunching in the fabric. "I wasn’t as quick on the uptake,” she said, voice soft, and warm, smile bleeding into her words. “I just needed the time to realize that I loved you,” she said. She paused, “That’s not right, I’ve always loved you,” she said, which he should know. “I just needed to realize I was in love with you." Closing her eyes she paused a moment, listening to the way his heart was pounding in his chest. "You’re my best friend Daisuke,” she whispered. “My life has always been better, my days have always been better, because I have you. I remember how lonely it was before I met you,” two little kids, prone to illness, unable to run and play like they wanted to. He’d become her best friend fast. Stayed her best friend. “You’re my best friend, and the guy I love, I think both can be true,” she whispered. Her arms tightened around him. “Both probably should be true, and I am proud that you’re my best friend. I’m proud you’re the guy I love. I sometimes … god I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Because if you could you’d know there was no one better than you. No one else with your heart, and your kindness, and your compassion, and your optimism. You amaze me every single day.”

[I put this under a cut because it's SO FUCKING LONG????? Have fun reading the extended lotr script I guess LMAO??? Daisuke is extremely smooth here tho tbh]

"...In your defense, I probably didn't make it an easy conclusion to reach," Daisuke says on the tail end of a chuckle rumbling through his chest. The sensation brings with it the odd realization that it's actually been quite some time since he really hugged her, and the last time he did his voice was still only just starting to change.

It'll probably still deepen a little more before he finishes growing, but what used to be a cracking, faltering high tenor is now balanced and smooth and almost baritone. Limbs that were wiry and angular are lean and strong and growing stronger by the day. And he was babyfaced even into his third year of middle school, but when he looks in the mirror now his face is stronger, sharper, almost a little rugged- especially since he's started needing to shave every few days.

In fact, until near the end of third grade, Hikari was taller than him.

They're on the edge of their second year of high school now. Then it'll be their third and final year, they'll graduate...he winces internally at the prospect of having to fill out career plan forms, but what really has his focus is just how long it's been and how much has changed.

They've known each other since before they could string together proper sentences. Since a time when Daisuke was even more timid and prone to crying than her.

He hasn't recalled in a very long time that the reason he first started working so hard to be more assertive and outgoing- to be stronger, tougher, braver- was all because he wanted to be someone who could protect and support her. Not because she needed him, but because she was a source of incredible fortitude for him. Someone who shone brighter than the white hot light of a summer sun.

He'd worked hard to be strong and brave all because Hikari had been his hero. On a bigger level than even Taichi ever was. Taichi was and still is a mentor, a role model, a brother to him. But he knows that if not for meeting Hikari, if not for her friendship, he never would have dared to break out of that timid, isolated little shell. Everything that makes him strong ultimately stems from her, even though he's never told her that.

A hazy, old memory comes to him, and he finds himself recounting it to her out loud without really thinking about it. "...You know, the first thing I ever learned to 'cook'- putting it loosely...it was instant ramen. The kind you cook in a pot, yknow? We were probably in first grade, I think?"

He's holding her more loose and relaxed now, chin nestled atop her head. "You'd been in bed with a fever for a couple of days, and I think at first I was just there to drop off some handouts from school that you needed to catch up on. Neither of us had very many other friends yet."

"Taichi was probably out with friends or something, and your mom was leaving on an errand just as I was arriving and let me in...and you were just waking up when I let myself into your room to check on you."

A quiet laugh bubbles out of him, "...I couldn't even get a word out before you mumbled about being hungry 'for the first time in forever'. 'Course, I knew just how hard a fever could hit your appetite and how much of a pain in the neck it was once it finally came back. I think I stood there all of two seconds before I dropped the handouts and my stuff and turned right around to let myself into the kitchen."

"I don't know how I managed to get everything together but I remember dragging a chair from the dining room so I could reach the cabinets and the stove, opening about a million drawers before I found any measuring cups for the water...I at least knew roughly how much heat I needed for boiling water- probably wouldn't have tried to mess with the stove otherwise, I think."

"...Anyway, I think I undercooked it just a little, but your mom commented all dry and deadpan that she was just thankful I didn't start a fire, once she got back. I ladled out bowls for both of us and I couldn't find a tray or anything so my goofy ass just scrambled to your room as fast as I could without spilling and set them on the kotatsu. While making a noise that probably sounded like a teakettle all heated up."

He snorts at that, "That particular strain of brainlessness has always been a hallmark of me, I guess. Still. You looked so relieved, seemed so glad that I'd thought to make something that would be light on the stomach. Most of all, though..."

He pulls away, dropping his hands to his lap. "I'd never seen you anywhere near that happy because of anything I'd done. It was the first time I'd ever felt like I'd actually done something worthwhile for you, at a time when you were still the only friend I had. I felt so powerful in that moment, more powerful than I ever have since."

Shyly, gingerly, he lifts a hand and brushes some hair out of her face. "I stared up at the clouds all the way home that day and I clung to that feeling for as long as I could, and I knew. I knew then that if it was for you I could become anything in the world, do the most impossible things, carry the heaviest weights. I didn't have the words then, of course. I was six and barely reading. But I felt it. And god, I understood that feeling more intimately than anything else the world had ever taught me."

He knows he's probably pink up to his hairline at this point, but isn't it about time he actually told her how significant she's been? In completely frank and honest terms, without the joking or the melodrama?

"You said that you wish I could see in me what you see in me." His fingers trace down her cheek, "But sometimes I think I do. All I have to do is look at you, and I see myself. Everything I've been, everything I want to be, everything that drives me forward and compels that compassion you're talking about, none of it could ever have sprouted or grown if I hadn't met you."

"I could never have stood and taken my first steps outside of myself if you hadn't been holding my hand." he continues, "And every step forward I've taken since then, I've taken it hoping beyond anything else that I could give you even an ounce of what you've given me."

His hands are shaking when he takes her face more firmly, and his eyes are a little misty again. "I didn't always know I was in love with you, Hikari. But since the moment we met you've been something even stronger than the sun for me. You're the gravity that keeps me grounded so I can run. And what is there to make us fall if not gravity, right?"

It's a horrible, corny line to end on and it has him smiling awkwardly. But even so he leans in, and he presses a firm kiss to the center of her forehead, holding it there for a long moment, only to rest his own against hers when he pulls away. "There's nobody I'd rather have as my core."

#「ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴩʟᴀɪɴ║ꜱᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴇᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ᴩᴀɪɴ」 [Daisuke]#「ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴜꜱ ʙʟɪɴᴅ║ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴩꜱ ᴜꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ」 [Daisuke🎔Hikari;sorrowmarked]#Daisuke highkey a way more poetic motherfucker than anybody gives him credit for smh

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@sorrowmarked || letter prompts || 10- a letter for a friend

Hey, Hikari!

It should be obvious, but this is Daisuke.

Sorry I won't be in town for your birthday this year. I had an opportunity to visit Jun in Hokkaido...and I didn't want to pass it up, you know? Since she doesn't make it home very often these days.

Anyway, I know you get it, so I'm forgiven and all that, but I made sure to fix up a gift and a note for you before I left. It's nothing all that fancy, but you did say you really liked these cookies the last time I made them! And I wasn't sure if you had anything in particular on your wishlist this year.

Anyway, happy birthday! Kind of hard to believe we're already hitting seventeen, huh? Graduation's just a year away...it's kinda bittersweet. Especially when I think about just how much has changed since we started middle school. I was a completely different person back then.

Still, I think the person I am now is a way more honest version of myself, so it's not a bad change, right? At least I hope not.

I should be back in town by Sunday afternoon, so if you wanna catch up or hear about my trip or anything like that just shoot me a text! Otherwise I'll see you at school on Monday(I'll be expecting a review on those cookies!)

Take care! -Daisuke

#ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴩʟᴀɪɴ║ꜱᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴇᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ᴩᴀɪɴ」 [Daisuke]#sorrowmarked[hikari]#[points at daisuke] he. he is babie. a good boy. a lad.

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@sorrowmarked || late as hell prompt fills lmao || Daisuke & Hikari and first year of hs pining :^)

On the one hand, Daisuke is glad to hear that. That he's a safe person for Hikari, that she feels at ease around him, unpressured.

On the other, he hates the unspoken second half of that. That there are places where she feels trapped or constrained, boxed in by expectations she doesn't feel equipped to fight against.

He doesn't like it, knowing she feels that way. He'd tear down the whole world a hair at a time and rebuild it if he could, so she could feel free and at ease in every corner of it, with or without him.

The sun is what people think of when they think of light. The center, the thing everything else revolves around and depends on. And he thinks, maybe, that imagery and its connection to her crest might be part of what Hikari feels chained to.

And she is like sunlight to him, it's true. She's his center, she keeps him grounded and on track.

But that's more about her place in his heart and her role in his life. It's about her significance to him personally. It's nothing to do with what he wants from her or any expectations. All he needs or expects from Hikari is for her to simply be.

After all, it's the only thing she has ever needed or expected from him. She offers him the same safety and comfort and freedom that he does her.

It aches sometimes, burns, pierces- the way he wishes he could tell her in minute detail just how much she's given him and how much he loves her. There was a time when he'd have sung her name from rooftops without a care in the world, too- but that was a child looking for attention, and it only served to put a crack of a rift between them.

She's still everything to him. She always will be, and he's known that since she was still taller than him. But he's long since stopped caring about pushing for her to reward or reciprocate any of that sentiment.

They're finishing up their first term as high school students, getting properly accustomed to new classes, new classmates, new routines. Daisuke is feeling settled in the soccer club, enjoying it wholeheartedly, although he knows a spot on the starting lineup is something he'll have to wait for. He's a first year, after all.

He's found himself surrounded by people more and more in the past few weeks. Upperclassmen from his middle school, classmates from it who have enrolled here as well, Takeru and Hikari...with all those connections made before he even took the entrance exam, he supposes it's not at all a wonder that his social circle is rapidly expanding.

But he still prefers this- this sort of quiet Saturday evening, basking in the breeze as the air cools for the night and the sounds of late summer surround him. Lazing around at the riverfront with Hikari and talking idly over ice cream, homework and clubs and classes all forgotten for a few precious hours.

He's been quiet for a few long moments now, he realizes, so he pulls the spoon out of his mouth to reply.

“Right back atcha,” he says, almost a drawl, “All the pressure's off when it's just you and me. It's nice.”

He spoons another bite of green tea ice cream into his mouth and offers her a lazy smile.

It's just them, the sweet taste of their snacks, the balm of the breeze and the fading sunset now. Like they're as much a part of the passing season and the earth as the scent of flowers in the air. Boundless and formless and untethered, free to go anywhere. He takes in a deep breath, lets it out as a contented sigh, and leans back on the heels of his hands.

“Wish we could just relax like this forever sometimes. Just us and the streetlights.” he murmurs softly, not entirely aware he's even speaking.

But it's okay.

Everything's okay now. Here, with her.

#「ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴩʟᴀɪɴ║ꜱᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴇᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ᴩᴀɪɴ」 [Daisuke]#「ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴜꜱ ʙʟɪɴᴅ║ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴩꜱ ᴜꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ」 [Daisuke🎔Hikari;sorrowmarked]#sorrowmarked #hello its emo hours :)

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@sorrowmarked

Truth be told, there was something kind of perfect about kissing him for the first time after soccer practice. It felt real. She could still smell the grass on his uniform, and his lips tasted like salt. And she couldn’t imagine a more perfect moment than this. Just the pair of them, long after his team had left, the sun still up, the day still warm.

She kept her hands in her lap, working to keep from wrapping them around his neck, from pressing in closer to him.

She’d always been a sensible kid. Romance was something for when she was a teenager, not when she was eight, or ten, or twelve. Not with Daisuke. Not with anyone. It had taken her time to get there, but now that she was, she pressed her lips against his and she wondered how she’d ever managed to go so long not acting on her feelings.

It’d been the start of high school in spring when she realized if she was going to be with anyone she wanted it to be him. Because his smile made her feel light, and he could make her laugh, and he always saw the best of her, even if she felt like the worst. And she was kind of being the worst even right now wasn’t she? Willing to risk their friendship because this time she had feelings for him. But he wouldn’t see it that way.

Because he was one of her best friends. And because even if he didn’t feel the same, he’d never actually stop being her friend. Because … he was the best. He was kind, and enthusiastic, and optimistic in ways that made her feel like she could be better. The best love is the kind of love that teaches you about yourself. She’d yet to date. Anyone. Plenty of the rest of the chosen kids had gone off and found romance. Maybe part of her had always been waiting for this. Waiting for the right moment to try with him.

She smiled at him, as she pulled away, she’d already leapt. Who cared about the rest? What was high school without actually going ahead and confessing her feelings for someone? He deserved to hear it, even if he didn’t feel the same way.

“I love you.”

He would ask if this was a joke, but he knew Hikari better than that. She wouldn't lead someone on in that way, especially not a good friend. Even so...

I love you.

Hearing those words was like being pierced. A bullet running straight through his chest and then into the distance on the evening breeze, carrying his heart along with it on a weightless ride toward the stars. And all at once he felt like he'd been emptied out, carved and pitted until he was just a shell. An afterimage of what he knew would be a defining moment in his life for years to come.

“Y...you,” he fumbled, then blurted quietly, “...but you could do so much better than me.”

Oh dear- he hadn't meant to say that out loud. Now he probably sounded ungrateful or callous or...he knocked his fist against his forehead, face still flushed.

“Ugh, that's not what I should be saying,” He grumbled, “It's not. Sorry, that was- it just sorta came out.”

Jun had told him something once during his third year of middle school. Something about how love and kindness weren't about deservingor being good enough for someone. It was important to treat the people in your life with care and kindness, of course, but...People making you a part of theirlife, people deciding you were important to them...

Well, that was something they could decide whether you had objectively earned it or not. It doesn't matter if they could have someone better. If they choose you, it's because they want you. That's what really matters.

...That really was all it boiled down to in the end, wasn't it? Hikari was amazing and she could probably reel in anybody she wanted. And yet, despite all the options she could take, she was here with Daisuke. She chosehim. And wasn't that a dream come true? For her to look at him, see him at his base and most natural self, and love him for that? For the person he'd been when they'd met as toddlers, for the person he was now- for whatever person he might become in the future.

He felt tears prick at his eyes, but they came alongside a small, tender smile. “I don't mean to make you think I'm not happy to hear it,” he said, “I am. I-”

His voice broke, cracked. If he kissed her back right now he was sure he'd turn into a blubbering mess and wouldn't be able to say the things he wanted to say. So instead he turned and brought her into a firm hug. Tight but not crushing.

“I love you too. Of course I do.” He said shakily, “I always have. There's never been anybody but you. I just...”

He put a hand on the back of her head, pressed it to his chest for her to listen to his heartbeat. “...I'd decided, you know, that...I just wanted to be somebody you could be proud to be friends with. And that it would be enough. I guess I just got used to the assuming you wouldn't want anything more than that. So I- it isn't that I'm not happy I'm just really surprised.”

He buried his nose in her hair. “But I do love you,” he repeated, “More than a flower loves the sun. I swear.”

#「ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴩʟᴀɪɴ║ꜱᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴇᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ᴩᴀɪɴ」 [Daisuke]#sorrowmarked[hikari]#「ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴜꜱ ʙʟɪɴᴅ║ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴩꜱ ᴜꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ」 [Daisuke🎔Hikari;sorrowmarked]

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“ i like it when you wear that. ” hikari for daisuke, from @sorrowmarked

"What, my school uniform?"

Daisuke furrows his brow, completely perplexed. What's so special about it? Other than it being a black gakuran jacket instead of the green blazer from Hikari's school. Maybe they're less common now so it feels like a novelty somehow? He does admit he thinks they're cool himself...

The dress code isn't as stringent at his current school either, so he can roll up the sleeves, wear it open, wear a regular tee shirt under it(a general soccer shirt with the word HOOLIGAN plastered over the chest today).

All the same, while he likes it, he doesn't see anything special about it, either. Come to think of it, Hikari even making that kind of comment at all feels a little weird. He's not sure she's ever said anything like that to him, even when they were little kids.

...He shrugs it off. No point overthinking it. Hikari's sweet, ergo she says sweet things. Walking her home is pretty out of his way these days, so doing it after they and some other friends met at the arcade for a while after school is enough to earn him a little spoiling, he supposes.

"Ah, you have your train pass ready, right?" he asks as the station comes into view, "If we don't catch the next one all the late night weirdos will be crawlin' out in no time so..."

He pulls at his gakuran, adjusts it. It's been starting to feel way too tight in the shoulders. His pants are getting a bit on the short side too. He shouldn't be surprised, since he's been having noticeable growing pains. He's never going to be an entire tower like Taichi, but he's well into his second year of middle school, so a growth spurt is inevitable(and with the cross training he's doing his muscles are getting a head start as well).

#「If time was never on our side||Then before I die‚ I wanna burn out bright」[Daisuke]#sorrowmarked #「I’m no angel‚ I’m just me||But I will love you endlessly」[Daisuke🎔Hikari;sorrowmarked]#daisuke rly is just the [CLUELESS] rageface meme rn

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hikari x daisuke

@sorrowmarked || shipping bingo!!

...okay so yes I went melodramatic with this but listen. I've shipped this since before I was double digits in age I think I've earned a little melodrama.

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@sorrowmarked || LET HIKARI SAY FUCK!!!! || daisuke.exe has encountered an error and needs to close

What. The. Hell.

Daisuke whips his head around to look at Hikari so quickly that he feels his neck pop.

Did- did she just swear?

He doesn't even process the rest of the statement at first. He's never heard her use a cuss word before. Not once in all the years they've known each other. And now she's just dropping an F-Bomb completely casually? She almost made him choke on his drink!

The soccer club had a practice match over the weekend. Daisuke sent a note out to all his friends, of course, saying they were welcome to come and watch if they had time and felt like it. A lot of them will attend each other's club events these days.

Hikari is the only one who made it out today. It's not too big a deal- and she's friends with some of the other club members anyway. Wataru and Katsuki, for instance, who both went to middle school with him. They all end up standing around and chatting after the game concludes, but eventually split up...

Hikari and Daisuke have been aimlessly walking and hanging out since then, just enjoying a lazy Saturday afternoon, visiting some of their early childhood haunts since the practice match was in that area. Now they're resting at a small playground- the place they first met, actually- sipping at drinks from a vending machine.

...What on earth is she even reacting to? They've been passing through a lull in their conversation, a comfortable silence...Daisuke has been sitting on a swing, kicking off just enough to sway a little on it, posture relaxed, still a little sweaty from the match...it's the time of year where the moon is easily visible even during the day, so he's been staring at it, but...

Wait a goddamn second.

All of a sudden the rest of her short statement rockets right into him like a suckerpunch to the jaw and his heart immediately attempts to swell up and pop like a balloon. He knows his face is already resembling a tomato.

Cute? Him?!

"Wh- Are you feeling okay?" He asks frantically, ignoring the terrible crack in his voice, "Like, you aren't running a fever or anything are you?!"

after all why would Hikari be giving compliments like that to him of all people? Daisuke knows she has a good opinion of him- they've been friends since they were what...three? Four?

But she's never- she's never once said anything like this to him. That she's proud of him, believes in him, she's there for him...that kind of stuff is what he expects from her in terms of positivity. So where on earth is this coming from??

#「ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴩʟᴀɪɴ║ꜱᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴇᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ᴩᴀɪɴ」 [Daisuke]#sorrowmarked[hikari]

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