after being separated from their partners in a digital blizzard, stingmon takes daisuke as far as he can go in search of them before running out of strength and devolving into wormmon, shivering beside him without his armor to protect his soft green flesh from the cold.

“don’t worry, bud,” daisuke murmurs, picking him up and tucking him into the front of his flame-patterned jacket, close to his heart, as he trudges on through the snow, “i won’t let you freeze.”

somewhere far away in the howling winds, ken’s chest fills with warmth.