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Winter came rather quickly. The weather was warm and humid on Friday, but by Monday everything was covered in snow and the chill was enough to turn Ken's nose pink the moment he stepped outside. The cold lasted and Ken found himself unpacking the boxes of winter apparel a month earlier than expected.
He hummed to himself as he unfolded and inspected each sweater. The first few were folded immaculately, sharp yet gently folded creases. He held each of his sweaters up and nodded to himself before placing them in a laundry basket. Underneath those were a crumbled mess of fabrics. He clearly remembered telling Daisuke multiple times last spring to fold his items neatly before boxing it all up. A small part of him wanted to be annoyed, or at least he wished Daisuke was home so he could feign annoyance and hear the ridiculous excuse Daisuke would come up with as to why his clothes were such a mess. Ken had to admit he generally loved Daisuke's nonsense excuses. Perhaps he truly just enjoyed the stupid way his husband's face contorted when he was thinking of his excuse. Daisuke would wrinkle his nose as his eyes darted side to side in a way that was adorable to Ken even after all these years.
Eventually Ken pulled out a black jacket he knew all to well. The dark red block of color in the front was a color he often associated with Daisuke; that deep fiery red of Dai's ambitions, of his passion. As Ken ran his fingers across the jackets woolly collar he felt a flare of nostalgia hit him.
Daisuke wore this jacket every day the first winter Ken knew him. He wore this very jacket when he saved Ken's life, his heart, yet again. The moment that Daisuke, Veemon, and Wowmmon found him just before Daemon could further mess with the dark spore within his neck, was one he'd never forget. That moment proved a lot to Ken. He had already grown to care for Daisuke, and to trust in their jogres digivolution, but this moment cemented his commitment in return. Daisuke was willing to endanger himself for Ken, willing to throw himself against the biggest evil they'd known yet. Ken knew then he would always do the same for Daisuke. Better yet, he knew without a doubt now they'd fight anything and win. The darkness, the uncertainty, the sorrow of life. They could handle it all together.
Ken likes to think he fell in love with Daisuke slowly, but in reality there were all these moments that hurdled Ken further and further in love at a rapid pace. All these moments that Daisuke's words or actions stopped Ken in his tracks and made his heart ache in a new way he didn't know was possible. Perhaps it was actually because believing he deserved love was the slow process. Daisuke was so patient with him, in his own rambunctious way of course. It was another reason Ken loved him so much.
As Ken's hands ran over the jacket, he noticed a slight bulge in one of the pockets. Pulling out two pieces of paper, his eyes widened. It was the invitation to his winter party. The first party he had ever thrown. His mom made him do it, and he was so excited and nervous. Just asking his friends to join him cause such a unease in his stomach he almost got sick as he played with the invitations in his pocket while they all sat in that scenic clearing in the digital world.
The invitation looked just the same as he remembered it. Ken was touched by the fact that Daisuke kept it all this time, just like he insisted on keeping the jacket long after it didn't fit him anymore. The second piece of paper was just the corner of what looked like high school geography homework. Daisuke and his sister used to pass notes to each other while they did homework at home.
Jun's messy writing scrawled along the edge read, 'Oooh! A party at Ichijouji's!' The line was followed by a crude drawing of a kissy face.
Daisuke's response stunned Ken to the core, even now after all they'd been through. 'I told you! I'm not going to kiss him yet!'
Ken was under the strong impression that Daisuke was still crushing on Hikari during that time. Ken never got the impression Daisuke liked him in such a way until at least a year after this point. He always thought he fell in love first, but it looks like Daisuke was pining well before that and Ken made him wait so very long.
Ken spend a long time staring at the note until the noise of the front door opening broke his revery. "Woo it's cold out!" Daisuke exclaimed as he came in. Seeing Ken on the floor with sweaters all around, he added, "Winter clothes! You are amazing!"
Ken blushed and stood up, "Welcome home." He smiled before kissing his auburn haired husband soundly on the lips. It was a much stronger kiss then Ken typically gave in such a situation. The passion was not missed by Daisuke who looked utterly blown away.
"What was that for?!" He stammered as they parted.
Ken hummed a moment before answering, "I just really wanted to kiss you. A thank you for loving me all these years."
"Well baby, I plan on loving you for plenty more years, so buckle up!" Daisuke pulled Ken back to him and kissed him in a way Ken typically like to save for the bedroom, but at the moment Ken couldn't care in the slightest.