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Taichi tapped his foot impatiently as he waited outside the powder room for Sora.
He was still taken aback by the interview that they had just gotten out of, but before he could begin his interrogation, Sora had promptly skipped off to the powder room, leaving Taichi to wait in silent agony. He wasn’t angry at her, just a bit confused since he believed that if they were going to do more such interviews, the least they could do was keep their stories straight. It wasn’t every day that the youngest member of parliament married an aspiring iemoto, the collision of politics and tradition had taken the Japanese media by storm. Taichi and Sora had spent most of their days hopping from one interview to another after returning from their honeymoon.
He straightened up as soon as the door he was leaning against moved, and he came face to face with Sora, fixing her with a confused gaze as their eyes met.
“That was our first date?”
Sora blinked twice as she took in her husband’s words with an amused smile settling on her face. She adjusted her drawstring pouch hanging from her left hand and raised her right one to softly stroke Taichi’s cheek.
“You’re such an idiot, Taichi.” She laughed as he immediately pouted at her words.
“It can’t count as our first date, if I didn’t even know it was a date.” Taichi retorted, grateful for her touch, he leaned into it comfortably, feeling her warmth spread throughout his body.
“How could you not know it was a date?” Sora raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. She removed her hand from his cheek and linked it with his, guiding him away from the door to the powder room and towards the exit.
“Well, we weren’t together together then.” Taichi allowed himself to be led out, still arguing his case diligently.
“Do people need to be together to go on dates?” Sora challenged him in return, it seemed that she was quite adamant about her own stance.
“Not really…” Taichi answered, silently dreading that his defeat in this argument was closer than he expected, and the only valid point he had made didn’t reflect well on his self-awareness.
“Did you or did you not take me out that day?”
“I did…”
“Did you or did you not pay for our meal?”
“I did…”
“Did you or did you not drop me home?”
“I did…”
“So how was it not a date?” Sora concluded happily, her tone indicating that she knew Taichi would have no retort for her after this.
“Wow, Sora, are you sure it isn’t too late for you to sit down for the bar exam?” Taichi replied sarcastically as he shook his head in total defeat. They’d reached the parking lot during their discussion, and the two silently settled themselves in their car, Sora taking a bit longer to do so than Taichi as she adjusted her kimono to perfection before putting on the seatbelt.
“I’m curious, though, what do you think our first date was?” Sora turned in her seat to look at her husband once they were on the road, eyebrows arched high with curiosity.
“Obviously, when I asked you to accompany me to my college graduation party.”
Sora burst out laughing, and Taichi passed an annoyed glare in her direction, being careful not to let his eyes slip away from the road for too long, “What’s so funny?”
“Taichi, honey, we’ve had several dates before that happened.”
“No- no way. That was definitely our first date.”
“So you’re telling me, you don’t consider you taking me out for a movie after the Eosmon battle a date? Or all the times you travelled to Kyoto, just to visit me during my residency, don't count as dates?”
“Okay, I think we both have some very different definitions of what a date is,” Taichi muttered through gritted teeth, “I took you to that movie because I was worried about how much time you were spending holed up in your room after Piyomon left you. And I came up to Kyoto to make sure you weren’t feeling homesick.”
“So they were both gestures of your love for me, ergo they count as a date.”
“But I didn’t ask you to be with me then, I just showed up unannounced!”
“Still counts, Taichi.”
“But do you really want it to count? I mean, I was a sobbing mess myself when I took you to that movie, and the Kyoto trip was so terrible! It rained the entire time I was there, and all we could do was stay in your dorm, eating instant ramen for dinner.” Taichi stated, frowning as he remembered all the bad luck that had followed him around at the time, “Don’t you want to remember something more romantic as your first date?”
“Every moment I spend with you is romantic for me,” Sora whispered gently, and Taichi couldn’t help but turn his eyes away from the road for a moment to look at his wife. “Even if you could barely hold back your own tears that day, I was glad that you cared enough about me to pull me out of my sadness. In Kyoto, I had been so lonely, not knowing anyone or anything, just having you sit across from me and hear you talk about your classes was enough to soothe my heart. I love every single thing you do for me, Taichi, always have and always will.”
Taichi was stunned speechless, he hadn’t experienced this level of overwhelming happiness since their wedding vows. He found it amazing just how easily Sora could manage to make him feel so worthy through her simple words. They drove in silence after that, a happy but smug smile visible on Sora’s face because of her sweeping victory in this argument. While Taichi did not mind giving this one win to his wife, he was still in the mood to poke the bear a little bit, so just as he turned the car into their driveway, a smirk appeared on his face as he glanced at Sora.
“By your definitions, I’d say our first date was when I saved you from Datamon back when we were kids.”
Fin.