Jou | @reliablejoukido
“It’s all right now.”
Taichi and Yamato may have been dumbfounded, but it was. Sora held Pyocomon close to her chest and smiled while the two boys looked on in disbelief. One of them groaned- Sora didn’t care who- before both of them wandered away.
Pyocomon twitched to get down. “You’re squishing me!”
“O-oh !” Sora stumbled, placing her partner gently on the ground. “Sorry- I-"
“So-ra.” Pyocomon cooed before saying something or another about not apologizing. So-ra, the last half of her name emphasized in a way only her digimon could muster. So-ra, the hard ‘r’ softened, the syllable hit when her mother would scold her so naturally said with love.
The girl sighed, her shoulders easing as she watched her partner waddle off towards the other digimon. They waited anxiously to hear about what it was like to be Hououmon. Sora, still awe-struck by the evolution, decided she could wait to hear the story herself. For now, all she needed was to be recognized.
Sora turned around and her eyes fell on Jou. She realized that for all she’d just been through, for all the pain she should have felt, she could most clearly feel the spots Jou had latched onto when he caught her. Sora slowly headed over towards him, her hands clasped behind her back and her head tilted to get his attention.
“Hey,” she softened her voice to avoid startling him, “thanks for catching me before.”