Hello there dear Digimon readers (To all the YamaMi or Mimato fans especially) SoY here! This will be my first trying my hand on this pairing and section, I hope you will all support me (reviews and criticism are welcomed!). I am in love with this pairing for a long while, and this series of one shots would hopefully show my love for them!

I will be using the U.S. version of their names as I am more familiar with it (and no suffixes, I am so bad with Japanese suffixes!). So without further ado~

Just maybe, because we're different, we can somehow make it work.

When they got together none of their friends could believe that it could happen. Not in a million years in fact.

He builds walls around him. She exists to break them.

He was broody, quiet and careless. She was bubbly, upbeat and a ball of energy.

He was tight-lipped. She was emotional.

He had issues. She makes them.

He was Sora's. She was Izzy's.

They broke up, each off their own other half, reasons they kept to themselves. Perhaps it was the death of their spark, tired of a high school romance cliché. Hers went more smoothly, with each agreeing that they wanted different things. An awkward hug at the end of it as a farewell. His was a disaster. Their friends remembered, their parents remembered, they remembered. The shouting, the broken ornaments, the tears. His. Hers. They remembered it all.

How those two got together was anyone's guess.

There was no way they could function, Tai once said out loud. That earned him a glare from the blonde, mouth open, ready to argue. The brunette would simply laugh it off, her hand gently caressing his arm, soothing his tired soul.

Many noted with surprise, especially his ex, on how quickly he would shut his mouth and simply sigh in response. She had an effect on him, something they can't put their fingers on. His deep blue eyes would sparkle as hers lit up in his.

When they walk together she would always initiate skinship first. Her hand fast into his, fingers intertwined like snakes in heat. He would not say anything about it but his raised brows betrayed his indifferent state. She would giggle, her sweet voice music to his ears and he could not help but smile. It was not unpleasant, her touch.

He has his faults. He builds walls around him. Whenever something happens (and something always happen) he would shut himself in his room, hands on his guitar, cigarette lit on his lips and eyes downcast. She exists to break them. Her kick violently opened his locked door, her eyes glowing with anger and she would shout, tears in her eyes for him to open up to her. He would have scoffed at her, were she any other girl (and there were so many). Yet he looked away guiltily, fingers stopped strumming the instrument, lips pursed, cigarette put out on the floor.

His voice would break, slowly apologizing, trying to explain. He was not good at it, opening up to people. One of the main reasons why he and Sora did not survive. He expected her to shout again, ready to be frustrated of his weak response, just like she had been when they were going out. Yet her eyes would soften, tears still streaming down as she gently knelt next to him, hands outstretched. She would envelop him, his face on her chest, listening to her quickened heartbeat. She would murmur her own apology, and he would slowly explain his situation.

When she got into a relationship with him she did not expect him to remember her birthday. They were still new, still raw and tender. She was hopeful but doubtful at the same time. She wanted to give him space to learn and adapt. He was not one to be romantic. She knows that, their friends know that. So it was a great surprise to all of them (her especially) when they were invited to his apartment, seeing the place decorated, clean. Streamers were put up and an assortment of pink decorations filled the room. A strawberry cake with lit candles on the table. The blonde, his younger brother and his best friend's younger sister standing in front of them, their faces filled with a sense of achievement and glee.

He opened his mouth, ready to say it, the words, "Happy Birthday", but he didn't get the chance to. She tackled him, hard. Arms encircled around him with a death-like grip as he fell backwards, her petite form in his arms. She was an emotional person, she would cry. Sobbing with joy as he would gently pat her head, kissing and whispering sweet nothings into her ears. He had planned it albeit he did not know what to do initially. He asked for help, to T.K., to Kari, a sense of urgency in his voice to keep it a secret as they prepared for it a week before. He was a quiet person, and he was good at it.

He held out a small, wrapped gift to her. He did not know what she likes, he hoped she liked it anyways. It mattered not to her, she thought. Just the thought of him remembering her birthday had been the best gift she could ever receive in her lifetime. Having him in her life was a close second, she joked to herself.

He infuriates her at times but she knew she could not stay mad at him for long. He knew he infuriates her at times but strives to make her happy every time it happened. So they walked, and he surprised her still, as his hands made its way into hers first. He was deep in thought, brow furrowed and she would tightened her grip in his.

"We're…okay right?" That was the first time he had spoken anything about them being together. She was surprised. He was surprised too, at his openness.

Her lips would form a smile, she would lean in and nuzzle her nose on his coat. He would look at her in worry yet still give her a smile of his own. Rare indeed.

"We can make it work." She finally answered back. He would nod, satisfied with that answer as his lips found its way to hers.

He builds walls around him. She exists to break them.

He was broody, quiet and careless. She was bubbly, upbeat and a ball of energy.

He was tight-lipped. She was emotional.

He had issues. She makes them.

He is Mimi's. She is Matt's.