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Characters: Takenouchi Sora

Words: 1200+

Notes: Nothing much to say, this idea just hit me, and I will never stop being a sucker for Sora. What a queen.

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“What are we talking about?” Sora was usually the first one at class, because she simply could not stand being late. Somehow, she could manage jogging her two jobs, one being with her always strict mother, and still being the first one to arrive to the classroom. However, that day she lost approximately two minutes at her before school ritual, which ended up catching the train after her usual one, and not arrive late to class, but not being the first one there, either.

Sora was in her second year of university, going full into her fashion designer classes. She was in an all-girls university, which was quite different from how she grew up and high school, considering her closest girl friends had fought alongside with her to save the world. Of course, she still had managed to be friendly with her classmates, they had been nothing but kind to her, but she had to admit they could get quite gossipy.

“Sora! We were worried about you, even thought a new monster was attacking town or something,”

“Ha, ha, you guys are so funny!” Sora sat on her usual seat, right behind Misaki, a petite brunette who could not be paid to keep a secret and next to Youko, her closest friend in class, even if she would not admit it to Misaki, or the fourth member of her group, Akari, a dark-haired designer prodigy, who always had the newest gossips in town. “But seriously, you all seemed very invested in your conversation.”

“But are you okay? You are never late for class,” Youko asked, sincerely concerned.

“I am not technically late, am I?” Sora laughed it off, pointing at her hot beverage she was holding in her reusable flask. “There was a longer line than usual to get my matcha, and had to run some errands for my mom, nothing too crazy.”

“So, you were not with that mysterious boyfriend of yours?” Akari asked, an eyebrow raised. Sora immediately felt her stomach flip, she had never introduced Yamato to her little university crew, nothing personal, but Yamato, and her childhood friends, were a whole separate set, and mixing up her friend groups somehow made her very nervous.

“What do you mean mysterious?” Sora had known Yamato for almost ten years of her life, which made pretty much half of it. To her Yamato was everything but mysterious.

“You know, he drives a motorcycle, wears leather jackets… plus I heard he had a rock band a few years back!” Misaki had clearly done her homework stalking Yamato, Sora did not know whether to laugh about it or be concerned.

“Why the sudden interest in my boyfriend?” Sora took out her laptop and pieces of fabric while trying not to focus on the three pair of eyes staring at her. Plus, she was not the only one late, it seemed, their teacher had apparently also taken longer in line for their chosen hot beverage.

“You never mention him, nor anything about your secret life,” Akari had an imposing vibe to her, it made Sora unstable.

“Perhaps she doesn’t tell us because you both make too many questions,” Sora had to be grateful for Youko, who stepped in for her, just as their teacher walked into the classroom.

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“Do you actually believe Yamato is mysterious?” Sora and Youko had this little tradition of going out for dinner every other week on Wednesday. On this occasion, they both were craving Korean barbeque.

“I mean, not to give Misaki too many points, but he does fit the archetype,” Sora chuckled and tried to imagine her boyfriend from a stranger’s point of view. For starters, he was blonde, which of course would catch anyone’s attention, and Misaki and Akari were right, he drove a motorcycle and wore leather jackets. The few times he had dropped her off at school she could not believe the number of stares she was receiving from her fellow future designers.

“He is actually very sweet, I bet if they heard him talk about The Lord of the Rings and Star Wars all their idea of Yamato being a mysterious bad boy would fade away…”

The restaurant they had chosen was packed. On Wednesdays, it had a cocktail special, which made it extremely popular amongst low income earning students.

“I mean, I would not say he is the most mysterious one amongst both of you, at least from him we know he was in a band.”

“What do you mean?” Sora asked surprised as she placed more veggies on the grill.

“Leaving Misaki and Akari apart, I have known you for what? A year and a half? Yet I barely know anything about you, at least not more than a job recruiter would know. I know what you study, where you work, but not much more. And I respect it, I would never want to feel like I am pushing you, but you must be the opposite from an open book.”

“Wow…” Sora stared at the grill and flipped the colorful elements cooking on it. Youko was not wrong, Sora did keep a lot to herself. She could not help it, talking about herself made her feel vulnerable, and she had learned her whole life not to be it. “I am so sorry, and it has nothing on me not trusting you but…”

“I guess you did not have a normal childhood, am I right? I mean, I remember seeing you and your friends on freaking TV when we were what, eleven? I could have never gone through what you and your friends all did, I don’t blame you for keeping it to yourself, it must have been traumatic. Hell, it was traumatic for me, and I lived it all through the outside.”

Sora was astonished. She had only talked about the Digital World and its shenanigans with her fellow Chosen Children, and sometimes she did with her mom. She did too, with Piyomon and most often with Yamato. She had never dared to imagine how the experience must have been for people on the outside, to spectators who were, of course, also going through the same trauma, just in a different way.

“Do anyone who’s grown in the 21^st century has had normal childhoods, Jeez.” Sora asked for another cocktail round, and between sips of their alcoholic beverages, she went through all the details of her story, from watching a gigantic dinosaur fight a gigantic parrot when she was five, to being sucked by a wave on her summer camp.

She had never come clean to anyone so deeply outside of her inner circle, and she felt a huge pressure off her shoulders. Perhaps she tended to believe no one else would understand her if they had not gone through the same things she had. Perhaps she tended to believe she was not allowed to have a life outside of her Chosen Children persona.

That night, she had not only had fantastic food, but Sora felt something inside her had come together. Apart from feeling, for the first time in a while she had someone new to count on, her adult self was seemingly coming together, and she could not wait to talk about it with her mysterious boyfriend and digital friend.

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Red

Prompt: Symbolism: Red. Passion, anger, romantic love, war… for all of red’s varied symbolism, it represents extremes of feeling. So what are your characters experiencing in extremis today? (200 words) [from the r/FanFiction subreddit]

Actual Word Count: 264 words

Ship:Yamato x Sora

Timeframe:Kizuna

Summary: Yamato has a moment of reflection on his feelings for Sora.

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