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Digi Secret Santa

Merry Christmas @stoppingtosmelltheflowers! I hope it’s a good one, here’s my Digi Secret Santa gift to you!!

Your letter mentioned that you love the 02 gang and especially Takeru! I thought of this little idea that would include both but especially be Takeru-centric.

I’m more used to writing from the basis of the dub, but I used sub names for this, so I hope the characterization is still enjoyable for you!

“Takeru?”

Even as his partner spoke, the blond continued to look out the plane window at the clouds they passed through and the full, green landscape far below.

“Takeruuuuuuu!”

Takeru blinked as he felt a tiny paw gently hit his chest.

When he turned to look at Patamon, who was floating in front of him, his lips turned upwards into a gentle smile.

“Sorry, I was spacing out, what’s up?” he asked, looking to the side as Patamon pointed to the aisle, to see the flight attendant standing with the drink cart.

“Something to drink for you, sir?” she asked in French.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” he said sheepishly. He ducked his head as a light blush settled on his cheeks, before he cleared his throat, “Tea for me and coffee for my partner, please.”

Patamon settled in Takeru’s lap as he spoke, and Takeru brought down the tray table, which the attendant set the drinks down on moments later.

“Thank you,” Takeru said with a nod as he picked up his paper cup, blowing on it gently before taking a sip.

“You better keep your French up. Remember how annoyed your grandfather was when we got to Paris?” Patamon asked before he took a large gulp of coffee.

“Slow down, you don’t want to burn your mouth,” Takeru chided gently as he slipped back into Japanese, “…I’ll definitely have to do my best. Maybe I can have you and nii-san help me out with that.”

Patamon smiled brightly, “I can do my best!”

Takeru chuckled gently, “I knew I could count on you.”

A young boy who was sitting next to Takeru started squirming in his seat, finally unable to hold back his curiosity any longer, and turned to look up at Takeru and Patamon.

“Excuse me, um… is that your Digimon?” the young boy asked with bright eyes.

“Hello!” Patamon greeted the child cheerfully, and the child’s jaw dropped.

“H-Hi…”

“His name is Patamon.”

“Oooh… I don’t have a Digimon partner yet,” the child said before he looked up at Takeru, “Do you think I’ll get my own Digimon partner one day?”

His heart felt warm at the sight of a child being so excited to see a Digimon. To be able to have Patamon out on a plane flight with him and have no one bat an eye or make comments about how adorable his partner was. This was definitely the kind of thing Hikari always talked about wanting, and it felt good.

“You’ll definitely get one. There’s going to be a day when you and all your friends will have partners of your own. I promise.”

His words left the kid elated, and he gave Takeru a quick thanks and a wave to Patamon before he turned back to the game he was playing.

The pair went silent for a while, Patamon remaining on his partner’s lap after he had finished his coffee, while Takeru continued to look out the window as the view turned from bright blue sky to dark orange twilight.

“Are you excited to see everyone again?” Patamon finally asked once the moon began to slowly rise into the sky.

“Of course I am, it’s been too long,” he said. He took off his neon green beanie by the pom-pom and ran his other hand through his hair, ruffling it slightly to distract himself. After a moment he put it back on, tugging it on slightly as his expression started to falter slightly.

“Takeru, what’s wrong?” Patamon asked.

It didn’t surprise Takeru in the slightest that his partner had caught the subconscious hint that something was wrong.

“Ah, uh, well…” he trailed off, going quiet as he started to think of what to say. Nothing came to mind, though, so he looked at his partner, forcing a warm smile on his face, “It’s nothing, really.”

However, Patamon was unconvinced.

“Takeru… if something’s wrong, I want you to talk to me…”

It was something he still struggled with— being open about himself and his feelings— and even with his chosen Digimon partner urging him to be open and honest, it still didn’t feel easy.

…But he had spent a long time in France and had learned plenty. It would be tough, but he’d have to work on it, even just a bit.

He sighed.

“I’m just… anxious about seeing everyone. A semester is a long time. They’ve all been together all this time and I’ve been… gone.”

“Takeru…” Patamon whined gently, his wings drooping as he frowned up at his partner.

Takeru looked out the window again, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“I know we won’t suddenly stop being friends or anything, but I just feel anxious that things might feel different. I’m afraid of feeling like the odd man out.”

“That won’t happen,” Patamon tried to assure him.

“I’m sure you’re right, but…” he started, gently scratching at his cheek as he fell into thought, “…I’ve just been thinking about it the past few days. I just want things to fall back into place like they always have been.”

“I’m sure it will! Remember that video call we had with everyone yesterday? They’re so excited to see you! I bet they’re already at the airport waiting for you,” Patamon laughed.

That was enough to get Takeru to crack a smile, and he laughed alongside his partner.

“Well, they’d be a good…” he checked his watch, “…eight hours early.”

Patamon’s ears drooped, “Aww… we still have that long?” he asked sadly. Takeru nodded.

“’Fraid so, buddy. So no more coffee, ok? We don’t need you crashing as soon as we get off the plane,” he teased, poking his partner gently in the stomach.

“Ok…” Patamon huffed sadly, “I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all I ask,” Takeru said, before letting out a loud yawn, “…I think I’m gonna try and get a nap in. Everything has been so hectic and I think the adrenaline is finally wearing off.”

Both his and Patamon’s eyes began to slowly flutter closed.

“Yeah, it might not be that bad an idea to get a little rest…” the Digimon agreed.

In no time at all the two were out like a light, Patamon curled up tight on his partner’s lap.

***

Takeru woke up around two hours before landing and immediately his mind began to race as it started to really sink in just how soon he’d be landing in Tokyo.

His leg began to unconsciously bounce, though thankfully it wasn’t enough to wake Patamon up. The plane remained silent, save for the occasional whispers between a passenger and a flight attendant, and when he looked out the window, seeing his home left butterflies swarming in his stomach. It was a mixture of nerves and excitement, knowing that not too long from now he would see his friends again.

It was so long ago when he first left home to spend a semester abroad, and the time difference combined with how busy he was, how much he wanted to do and see while in France, and how busy everyone else was with high school… he hadn’t had a lot of time to keep in touch with his closest friends, as much as it hurt.

He was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of his partner yawning, and he looked down to see the Digimon that had remained nestled on his lap now turning and twisting onto his back before he slowly opened his eyes.

Patamon’s wings unfurled out from under him, and he looked up at Takeru, blinking a few times.

“Are we there yet?” he asked, then yawned again. Takeru laughed gently.

“Almost. You fell asleep for most of the flight,” he told Patamon, unable to help but yawn as his partner yawned again.

Patamon pushed himself up and took to the air, gently flapping over towards the window. He pressed his face to the window to look down at the approaching island. Takeru craned his neck to look at the small space that wasn’t blocked by his partner.

“Well… guess we really are finally back…” he thought.

The PA on the plane dinged, “Hello everyone, this is your captain speaking. We will begin the process of our initial descent into Tokyo shortly. The local time is 3:30 in the afternoon and the temperature is 12 degrees Celsius. Thank you for coming along with this flight, and we’ll let you know as we begin our descent.”

Takeru wrapped his arms around Patamon and held him close.

“Welcome home, Patamon.”

***

Aside from a bit of turbulence right before they started the landing, the last leg of the flight had been easy, and Takeru was more than ready to get off the plane. Patamon had settled on Takeru’s head as best he could given the pompom of his beanie, and Takeru grabbed his bags as quickly as possible, shuffling behind the others in his row as they disembarked. With the families that had been on the plane, as well as others who were making connecting flights or didn’t know their way around the airport, Takeru found himself taking his time to help point people in the right direction and slowly make his way through the crowds.

It also helped that this minor delay being behind so many people meant he could try and mentally prepare himself and psych himself up a little better.

By the time they reached the baggage claim, he was starting to feel a bit more at ease, and he began to crane his neck around to try and see where his brother was.

What he missed, though, was that through the crowds of people two of his friends were already rushing forward. As he and Patamon turned to look ahead, they saw that Hikari and Miyako just mere inches from him, and they instantly held onto him in the tightest hug he had experienced in a long time.

“You’re back!” Miyako squealed happily.

“It’s so good to see you again!” Hikari cried out.

They had nearly knocked him and Patamon over, but he had barely managed to stay standing.

“Hikari-chan! Miyako-san! W-What are you both doing here!?” Takeru cried out, staring at them with wide eyes and jaw dropped. Patamon hopped off his head and began to fly around the two girls.

“Don’t forget about me!” he squeaked out happily before he landed on Hikari’s shoulder.

“Aww, Patamon, there’s no way I could,” she assured the Digimon.

It didn’t take long for the rest of their group to come over, wasting no time in expanding the group hug. With Daisuke, Iori, and Ken there now, Takeru was in the center of a vortex involving his closest friends. When he was getting ready to take off, he had only expected his brother there to pick him up, but instead he had five of his closest friends rush him, and all of the fears and nerves he had melted away in an instant.

As he was being just about squished by his fellow Chosen Children, those very thoughts seemed so ridiculous in the first place. After nearly half a year in France, being back in Japan…

Takeru gently closed his eyes as he let the warmth of his friends and his Digimon partner overtake him. He could feel tears well up at the corners of his eyes, and couldn’t stop himself from smiling. As the group hug started to break, he wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

“Already getting that emotional?” Daisuke asked teasingly, a bright smile on his face.

“Emotional and surprised,” he choked out, “What’re you doing here? I thought—”

“Don’t worry, I’m here too,” came the voice of his older brother as he walked over with his arms folded and a satisfied smile on his face.

Takeru looked at his brother for a moment, then moved forward and wrapped him a tight hug.

“Whoa!” Yamato exclaimed, taken aback, but welcoming it all the same, “It’s great to see you, Takeru.”

The others let the brothers have their moment, Hikari and Miyako with big smiles on their faces in particular.

“Great to see you, too,” Takeru said simply. Patamon landed back on Takeru’s head.

“And it’s great to see you, Patamon,” Yamato said, “You kept him safe?”

“As could be!” Patamon assured him with a salute.

“I still can’t believe you’re all here, too,” Takeru said as he looked at his fellow generation of Chosen Children.

“How could we not be here?” Miyako asked, and her simple question caused Takeru to laugh gently. She was right. Once again, he felt so… so ridiculous for his worries.

“We asked Yamato-san if we could tag along and he was more than happy to bring us,” Hikari told him.

“Wait, but how did he—” Takeru started but Yamato spoke up.

“Have the room? Dad let me borrow his van,” he grinned.

“I still can’t believe that thing runs,” Takeru mused under his breath.

“It’s so great to see you again,” Iori said simply. And despite the usual tone of his voice, the look on his face made it clear to Takeru that his Jogress partner was really excited for him to be back.

“Welcome back,” Ken said with a smile.

“Yeah, welcome home, Takeru-kun,” Hikari said. Takeru swallowed a lump in his throat as he felt himself ready to tear up again.

“You guys… thanks for being here,” he said, then looked to his older brother, “And thanks for bringing them.”

“Sure thing.”

Daisuke wrapped his arms over Miyako and Ken’s shoulders, “So what’s the plan now, guys?”

“The plan…?” Iori repeated slowly, tilting his head curiously.

“Well, yeah! We got our friend back finally! We gotta do something fun!” Daisuke grinned as he leaned forward. The sudden weight nearly caused Miyako’s knees to buckle and she maneuvered out from under Daisuke, causing the gogglehead to have to be caught by Ken before he fell.

“Maybe it would be best if Takeru-kun and Patamon got a little rest?” Hikari suggested, looking over at Takeru for a moment to offer him a hopeful smile.

Daisuke’s expression instantly fell, while Takeru shook his head.

“We’ll be good for a little while. We both managed to fall asleep on the plane for a while,” he assured the group.

“Great! That means we can do something fun to celebrate!” Miyako cheered. Daisuke followed up with a cheer of his own.

“Well, I’m good to do anything, do you have any ideas, Takeru-san?” Ken asked. Takeru grimaced.

“Uh, well… not really…” he said as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

Iori sighed, “I don’t think we should be having Takeru-san decide what to do for him when he just got off the plane.”

“No, no, it’s fine, really,” Takeru said, waving off Iori’s concern, “I’d just need a bit to think of something,” he chuckled gently.

“Actually, wait, I have a great idea!” Daisuke spoke up, “I’ve been working on a ramen recipe and got some ingredients, we can all come over to my place and I can whip us up some food!”

“Are you sure your parents would be alright with that, Daisuke-kun?” Hikari asked with a hint of concern in her eyes. Daisuke shrugged nonchalantly.

“They’re gone for a few days. Me and V-mon got the place to ourselves,” he grinned as he put his hands behind his head, leaning back just enough so he wouldn’t fall over.

“Well, if you don’t mind, that sounds great, thanks Daisuke-kun,” Takeru smiled.

“You know, I’ve been wanting to make this recipe but I just haven’t had the chance, so this works,” Daisuke said.

“He’s been waiting for us all to be there before he made it for the first time,” Ken said with a smile.

“Ken! Aww, man…” Daisuke sighed.

Takeru felt his heart swell, and he couldn’t stop from smiling.

“Thanks. I’m really excited to try it.”

“Definitely beats airplane food, I bet,” Miyako added.

Takeru laughed, “Definitely.” Yamato stepped over, pulling out the keys from his pocket to twirl them with his finger.

“You kids ready to go then?” Yamato asked.

“Oh, uh, maybe we should stop by mom’s place real quick? Just so that way I can drop my stuff off and—” Takeru started, but was cut off by his older brother.

“Don’t worry. I’ll head over and drop your bags off and let her know.”

“Then let’s get going! We got ramen to eat!” Daisuke shouted, pumping his fist in the air.

***

Thankfully the drive back hadn’t been too bad, both between the traffic and the sad state his dad’s old van was in, and they had gotten back to Daisuke’s home in Odaiba without incident. Takeru had asked his older brother a few times if he wanted to at least stick around long enough to get a bowl of ramen, but Yamato had repeatedly insisted, “No, I’m fine, you should just enjoy the time with your friends.”

And once they were inside, it had felt so… strange. It had only been around a half a year since he had been in the Motomiya apartment, and it cemented just that he really was home. It was like nothing had ever changed, like he had been there all along. As happy as that made him, it also left him feeling a bit empty, in a way. They had been doing stuff like this all along without him. His chest felt tight at the thought. Even if he was glad that they were all able to spend so much time together, his heart panged knowing that he wasn’t able to join them.

Thankfully none of them, even Patamon, didn’t notice that brief moment of sadness that flashed across his face, instead all too focused on chattering away. It helped him distract himself from his own thoughts, too, so focused on all that was going on.

“Maaaaaan, I can’t wait for for this ramen to be ready! This is gonna be crazy good, you guys!” Daisuke grinned as he set a large soup pot on high, then rubbed his hands together.

“It’s been way too long since I’ve had any ramen and I know this is going to be great. I can’t wait,” Takeru said. Daisuke’s face turned a crimson red and he ducked his head sheepishly.

“I mean, like I said, it’s no big deal…” Daisuke mumbled, unable to help the small smile that came on his face. Hikari couldn’t stop herself from giggling.

“It’s really sweet of you,” she told him, which only intensified the goofy look on his face.

Daisuke opened his mouth to speak again, but Miyako quickly held a hand up.

“We need to hear about Takeru-kun’s time in France!” she shouted.

Takeru’s eyes went wide, “Really? I mean, I’ve already talked about it a bit.”

Brief video calls using less than desirable when it could work out were the most they could all manage, which had never been enough.

Even still, Takeru couldn’t imagine many exciting things to talk about, trying to wrack his brain for anything exciting.

“But there’s gotta be something, right?” Miyako asked.

“Well…” Takeru mumbled.

“Did you have a good time with your grandparents?” Iori asked.

“They’re great! Takeru’s grandfather is always so fun and he took us so many places!” Patamon said happily.

“Was there any good food?” V-mon asked as his head finally popped up from behind the counter.

“Oh, the food was so yummy! Lots of bread and cheese and the desserts were sooooooo good!” Patamon squealed. V-mon sighed.

“Oh, that sounds good. I could go for a fancy dessert,” the blue dragon Digimon said.

“What? But I buy you so many chocolate bars from Ai Mart!” Daisuke whined.

“Sometimes I could go for a fancy French dessert,” V-mon said as he scratched the top of his head.

“You didn’t even know about French desserts until just now,” Hikari laughed.

“Maybe one day we can all visit France together,” Takeru suggested.

“That’s a great idea,” Ken nodded.

“Oh! I would love to visit France!” Miyako said as she clasped her hands together with a dreamy look in her eyes, “It’s supposed to be so romantic and beautiful and all of that food sounds so good!”

“Maybe we can go after we graduate?” Hikari suggested. Miyako narrowed her eyes and let out a loud huff.

“That would be so long to wait, though!” she whined. Iori cracked a small smile.

“We can always go when Miyako graduates so she doesn’t have to wait as long,” he teased gently. However, that just left Miyako lighting up even more, and she shot her arms in the air.

“That’s a great idea!”

“Don’t worry about France right now! We’ve got delicious ramen coming your way! V-mon, help me serve these up!” Daisuke called out to his partner, who scrambled over to the stove to assist.

“It’s done already?” Ken asked.

“Yeah,” Daisuke said before he let out a sigh, “I would’ve liked to let the broth sit longer, but if I did it wouldn’t be something I’d want to serve until tomorrow.”

Takeru blinked.

“You’ve been taking cooking really seriously since I left,” he said.

Daisuke looked over his shoulder after ladling some broth into a bowl, “You know it! I had always thought about it and wanted to do it, but, I dunno… I’ve felt really driven lately. I’ve just been thinking about how much I want to be the best ramen chef ever…”

V-mon gently and lovingly placed pieces of pork in the bowls, before setting them to the side.

“Well it smells delicious!” Miyako said, unable to stop from licking her lips.

“It really does. Thank you so much, Daisuke-san,” Iori said with a brief bow of his head.

“Well come on! It’s not gonna eat itself!” Daisuke said as he lifted a tray that was now holding ramen for the group, and carried it over to the table.

Bowls, chopsticks, and spoons were passed out, and the group of Chosen Children, as well as V-mon and Patamon, slowly began to eat in silence, aside from the occasional content noise.

It wasn’t just the soup that warmed his entire body, but the company, too. Sitting next to Hikari-chan, their shoulders occasionally bumping into each other, watching Iori so meticulously go about eating his ramen, while Miyako and Daisuke ate so ravenously one would’ve thought they hadn’t eaten for a few days, and Daisuke asking Ken for feedback every so often.

Patamon and V-mon had gorged themselves near immediately, even faster than Miyako— which Takeru wasn’t sure was even possible— and were quick to run back to the kitchen to get some of the remaining broth.

Back in France, he would get up before school, have a quick meal with his grandmother, grandfather, and Patamon, something that was completely unceremonious compared to breakfast back home. Some butter and jam on a piece of baguette and a quick cup of coffee, or maybe a chocolate croissant as a treat, before he’d have to hurry off.

“It’s pain au chocolat, Takeru! Never just a ‘chocolate croissant’!”

He remembered his grandfather scolding him the first time he had made the mistake, and the thought brought a smile to his face. Even if he had teared up as he bid his grandparents farewell before leaving to meet his flight, he was just glad to have had all that time with them. He would treasure it just as much as he was treasuring this meal with his best friends. That he was able to be close, to watch in content silence as he slowly ate his fill of this delicious ramen, he…

“Takeru-kun, are you ok…?”

Hikari’s voice was so quiet, so slight, that he was surprised he even heard it, especially considering how deep in thought he was. He turned his head to look at her, suddenly realizing the wetness gathering at the edges of his eyes. He blinked away tears, which fell onto the table silently, and he felt at a loss for words.

“O-Oh, I’m—” he started, but was quickly interrupted.

“Takeru-kun, is something wrong?” Miyako asked, barely able to be understood with her mouth full of noodles.

“I bet it’s because the ramen is so good,” Daisuke grinned, which left Miyako rolling her eyes in annoyance as she swallowed her food. Takeru could feel more tears well up, but at the same time he couldn’t help but chuckle gently hearing their bickering. It had been so long since he heard the two of them go back and forth that it sounded almost foreign to his ears, and hearing it again brought in a rush of emotions all at once.

Sitting with everyone, eating ramen, watching his partner loudly slurp the broth before getting more without any hesitation, it was all of these little things all at once that washed over him like a tidal wave, memories from what felt like forever ago flooding back as he witnessed the same things again.

“Takeru-san…?” Iori asked quietly, gently setting his chopsticks down as he watched his Jogress partner with worry clear in his eyes. Both the spoon and chopsticks fell from Takeru’s hand as his body started to gently shake, and he couldn’t stop himself from sniffling loudly.

“Takeru-kun, what’s wrong?” Hikari asked again, voice rising as panic overtook her. Instead of an answer, though, Takeru buried his face in his sleeve, his body to shake rougher than before as he started to cry, tears staining the fabric of his shirt.

“Takeru-san!” Ken shouted with worry, and Daisuke, Miyako, Iori, and Ken all shot up from their seats.

“What’s wrong, are you ok?” Hikari asked, and after a few moments, Takeru slowly nodded, not moving his face as he continued to cry.

He felt bad for worrying his friends, no, he felt awful about it, but it had been so good to just… be back home. To be with everyone. To know that nothing had changed even when he was worried that something might. But no, everything went right back to where it was as if Takeru had been gone for six hours as opposed to six months. He slotted back into place so easily when that had been his biggest fear in the week leading up to the flight back.

On the flight he had been terrified that things might be different between him and the others. Even earlier, when things had gone well and he knew he had blown it out of proportion, there was an inkling of fear deep in the back of his mind that maybe something would change after this first hang out back. Maybe he would seem too different to them, or they might be hurt because of the lack of opportunities to talk over all that time.

It was ridiculous, it was all so ridiculous. Those first thoughts had been ridiculous, the anxiety that left his stomach churning and his leg bouncing on the plane had been ridiculous, and the way he wracked his brain to over complicate how something could go wrong when nii-san drove them to Daisuke’s place had been ridiculous.

“I-I’m just so glad to be back,” he choked out, finally pulling his arm away to reveal red, puffy eyes that were still welling up with tears. He let out a gentle cough in between his happy sobbing.

“I was… I was so scared that things might be weird, or that I wouldn’t… wouldn’t fit in with you guys after so long,” he admitted weakly. The faces of the other Chosen Children fell.

“Why would you think that, man? Come on, there’s no getting rid of us, and we aren’t getting rid of you,” Daisuke said, unable to help but sniffle as Takeru could tell from his own crying eyes that Daisuke’s were getting a bit misty.

Takeru wiped his tears away and let out a long sigh, “I don’t know why I thought that would happen, but… six months is a long time. You’ve all been in school here while I was abroad, and I thought it might feel… different because I was gone for so long.”

“But that never changed our relationships with our Digimon,” Hikari said kindly, setting a gentle hand on Takeru’s shoulder, “We were separated from them for nearly three years, and that didn’t change anything between you and Patamon, right?”

“That’s right!” came Patamon as he flew from the Motomiya kitchen to land on Takeru’s head, “You were still my best friend even when I was stuck in the Digital World!”

“And if all that time wasn’t enough to break down yours and Patamon’s friendship, then this wouldn’t be enough to break down ours,” Iori told him confidently.

“He’s right. We’ll always be a team,” Ken added immediately.

Takeru couldn’t help but smile as his body began to shake again when more tears started to pour down his cheeks.

“Thank you, you guys,” he choked out.

“Aww, Takeru-kun! It’s just like Daisuke said, nothing will change between any of us! You could’ve been in France for years and nothing would be different,” Miyako said.

“You’ll always have us,” Hikari promised him, “Even when you’re all the way across the world.”

“I think this calls for a group hug!” Miyako called out as she rounded the table.

“I think this calls for another round of ramen!” Daisuke and V-mon shouted at the same time, looking at each other in surprise before they scurried off to refill their bowls.

Takeru couldn’t help but laugh at the synchronicity between the two, the tears falling now ones from joy as those emotions started to wash over against the anguish he was feeling just moments ago. Miyako ran over to give Takeru a tight hug, which Hikari followed suit in. Although Ken and Iori weren’t always the most overly affectionate, they too wasted no time in participating in this warm moment with the group.

“Daisuke, get over here!” Miyako shouted, while Daisuke hummed to himself in the kitchen.

“Ok, ok! I’m coming!” Daisuke grumbled, the bowl clattering against the counter top as he hurried over with V-mon in tow. The two just about leapt onto the group to join in.

After a few moments, Daisuke finally peeled himself off and ran back to the kitchen, “Ok, more ramen for everyone! We still have a lot left so you guys gotta eat up!”

V-mon started to grab a few bowls, and Ken picked up a few more to assist in the process.

“So do you want to talk about anything fun that happened in France?” Hikari asked. Takeru looked at the group at the table, then looked over his shoulder to see Daisuke walking over with more food, a look of sheer elation plastered on his face as he licked his lips.

“Yeah! Tell some more stories while we eat!” Daisuke encouraged him.

“Well, if you insist,” Takeru said as V-mon handed him a fresh bowl of hot ramen. Takeru inhaled the scent and let out a content sigh. He really was home and he couldn’t ask for anything else, “Thanks V-mon.”

“Sure thing!” the Digimon said, giving Takeru a thumbs up before he started to just about inhale his own food once he sat down next to Daisuke.

Takeru took a moment to take a few bites, thinking long and hard about what to talk about. Now? He couldn’t wait to tell stories about his time abroad. And he couldn’t wait to hear about everything that happened here in Odaiba. There was so much to catch up on, and even if he wasn’t there for it, they were still adventures he wanted to hear all about.

“Ok, well, I was still a bit shaky on some of my French for the first few weeks, right? So during one of my classes…”

The night continued on with eating, stories, laughter, and even a few tears as the group finally broke apart towards the end of the night, all of them happy to have their group whole again.

#digimon #digimonsecretsanta2022 #stoppingtosmelltheflowers #takeru takaishi #hikari yagami #daisuke motomiya #miyako inoue #iori hida #ken ichijouji #(the italics in the beginning is them speaking french!)#lots of fluff with just the slightest bit of angst that is easily cured and made better

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