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5 December | Digimon Adventure | Magic Radio
Title: Magic Radio
Day/Theme: 05. Close to You/ ~ 라디오에선 네기 좋하던 그 노래~ (The radio plays that song you like)
Series: Digimon Adventure
Character/Pairing: Hikari and Takeru
Rating: G
Word Count: 140
It was an old thing he picked up from a pawn shop in exchange for one of Yamato’s guitars. Frankly, Hikari could not understand why he bought it but Takeru was like that, had always been like that, picking up odds and ends to leave around the house, like the dog who kills a squirrel and leaves it on the doormat.
Rusted red, dented, the radio itself hardly worked. But when it did, those rare Saturday mornings too perfect not to sleep in, it somehow played their favorite songs. One after another, a telepathic electronic box tuned into their heads, a magic radio. Some coincidence, she’d say.
But drawn into her arms, eyes closed, he lazily refused to believe her. Just as well. Drenched in sun, their mouths moving to the same songs, they slept in until twelve at least.
Day/Theme: 05. Close to You/ ~ 라디오에선 네기 좋하던 그 노래~ (The radio plays that song you like)
Series: Digimon Adventure
Character/Pairing: Hikari and Takeru
Rating: G
Word Count: 140
It was an old thing he picked up from a pawn shop in exchange for one of Yamato’s guitars. Frankly, Hikari could not understand why he bought it but Takeru was like that, had always been like that, picking up odds and ends to leave around the house, like the dog who kills a squirrel and leaves it on the doormat.
Rusted red, dented, the radio itself hardly worked. But when it did, those rare Saturday mornings too perfect not to sleep in, it somehow played their favorite songs. One after another, a telepathic electronic box tuned into their heads, a magic radio. Some coincidence, she’d say.
But drawn into her arms, eyes closed, he lazily refused to believe her. Just as well. Drenched in sun, their mouths moving to the same songs, they slept in until twelve at least.