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"Give me one single good reason I should let you go to the Digital World today."
Taichi shakes his hand, fist clenched and a forefinger up facing the ceiling, gaze furious and directed at his boyfriend.
"One."
Yamato blinks unimpressed. "I can help with the investigation and fight for when things go sideways?"
He looks at Taichi as if he's stupid and what he says is plainly obvious. Which it isn't, because Yamato broke his leg weeks ago while they were fighting Barbamon and Lilithmon and their lackeys who came to the real world — Yamato decided to be a hero and without any Digimon backup tried to fight NeoDevimon on his, and only survived with a concussion and a broken leg because Sora and Hououmon saved him from a blast.
Since then, he's been only allowed to rest, attend physical therapy, and attend some in person classes; definitely not run after adult and perfect Dark Area Digimons.
But when Daisuke announced Leomon and Elecmon asked for all the Chosen available's help, Yamato almost jumped at the chance as if he and Gabumon are the only one who can help.
"Yamato, do you hear yourself? You sound worse than I do when I'm hysteric," Taichi says, hoping to make a point, "I know you're bored and you wanna do something, but for the sake of your future and your health, you need to rest."
Yamato balls his palms into fists, veins on his hands looking ready to burst.
"I've been sitting around for weeks! You guys have sent all leftover Dark Area Digimons back and you helped with the drought in the forest areas! I can't lie down and hear Gabumon telling me how you guys saved the day without me! I'm a Chosen too, dammit! I'm your partner, Taichi!"
Taichi stares, speechless, while Yamato's voice slowly becomes louder, and almost cracks at the end. He's aware Yamato's been bored and restless for a while now, but he didn't know it's become this hard to just stay and relax. But he also knows it's his duty as a group leader and Yamato's boyfriend to say something. Something that'll definitely make Yamato even madder. Unfortunately for him, Taichi's also feeling rage bubbling under his skin.
"I know that, but you gotta rest, otherwise after you graduate you won't be able to get into space program, and it's all you've talked since you enrolled into grad school! Maybe I just fucking care about you!"
Taichi's practically shouting by now, he realises, yet somehow he can't stop nor help it. Usually he's the thoughtless idiot in this relationship, but now Yamato's pulling his brain to all sides and making him feel so many things at once. Is it so unfair that he cares so much?
"If you cared so much, you would've let me fight with the others! When Ken broke his hand two years ago, you let him run around when he was still wearing the cast!"
Taichi's going to get a migraine soon, he can feel it.
"Ken ran with that damn pink cast around because both you and I had a flu and Daisuke for sure wasn't gonna stop him from fighting giant monsters just because he had a cast! If it were up to me, they would both be cuffed to their beds until they had come to their senses and Ken's hand was completely healed, and you know it!"
It's like he's talking to a toddler. Toddler with a nuke-shooting monster partner and an ability to order a pack of Heineken.
"Yamato, I love you so much, and I'm repeating, you sound like an hysteric version of me. Stay at home, I'll get Gabumon to keep you company, you two can watch Jurassic Park and drink that shitty carbonated milk you both love so much."
If looks could kill, Yamato's would annihilate now. "I don't want to watch Jurassic Park, I wanna go and help you and Agumon."
"You're a grown man, are you listening to yourself?"
"Taichi."
"Yamato."
"Let me go with you."
"I'm calling your mom to keep you company if you don't stop this nonsense."
"What the hell?"
"If it means you'll stay home and rest, I'm abusing my boyfriend privileges and calling your mom to come as soon as possible."
Yamato crosses his hands with a pout on his face. His face is an exact replica of an angry puppy. An adorable sight, even given their current conversation. Taichi loves him so much.
He must've realised Taichi's won this argument because his pout slowly turns resigned. Taichi wants to kiss that pout so much.
"I'll come with Agumon and Gabumom as soon as we finish, I'll even bring the chicken you love."
Yamato perks at the mention of his favourite food. "Chicken from Shibuya Parco?"
"Absolutely."
Pout is back on Yamato's face. "If you promise you won't call my mom and you'll come back as soon as you're guys finished, I'll stay," he vows, somehow still pouting, "but only if you answer your phone before Koshiro does, and believe, I'll check up on the both of you."
"Don't worry, I'll answer the second we're finished, Agumon and Gabumon will be my witnesses," Taichi promises, hand on the left side of his chest.
Yamato huffs, looking down for a second at his injured leg, before raising his gaze and sizing his boyfriend up and down like some broody mobster. "You better keep your word, Courage Boy."
"Wouldn't dream of breaking it, Friendship Boy," Taichi smiles, kneeling next to the couch until there's barely any space between their faces. They kiss, several moments passing until Taichi knows he has to go, and leave his boyfriend to continue resting.
He tries to get up, but Yamato pulls his jacket and steals another kiss, as if he can't let his boyfriend go. Maybe he can't. Who knows. Taichi's definitely not going to complain if his boyfriend wants to make out.
"I really have to go," he tries not to giggle while Yamato is keeping a forceful hold on his, technically Yamato's, leather jacket.
"Fine."
With a last kiss, air kiss, Taichi leaves the apartment and runs towards Koshiro's office.
He has monsters to catch and fight.