I'm sick so Yugi is too.
We'll get better soon.
Yugioh Universe Optional Fluff
Chapter Summary: Yugi's sick.
Word Count: 433
Note: the above is a haiku because apparently I'm weird when sick
“Yugi! There’s tea!” Grandpa calls upstairs, and Yugi opens his eyes blearily, coughing a little. He’s tired and doesn’t want to move, but he doesn’t want to waste Grandpa’s work, so he finds the strength and manages to pull himself up from the bed. His steps are slow, unsure, and it annoys him a little despite how much it shouldn’t. It’s the Pharaoh in him that hates being weak because it puts him and others in danger.
When he makes it downstairs, he shuffles to the cup after a muttered thanks that he’s not sure Grandpa can hear and begins sipping. He’s distracted a little when someone starts giggling.
He glances up, blinking a little, and almost doesn’t realize that his friends are here. He’s tired and distracted enough that it takes him a bit to grasp that they aren’t actually supposed to be here.
“Took you long enough,” Tristan states fondly.
“Are you all right, Yugi?” Téa asks, looking concerned, and he covers a cough. He nearly goes for a hug but remembers last minute that he’s sick and there’s limits to how generous he should be.
“I don’t want to get any of you sick,” he mumbles, voice hoarse.
“Aw, come on, ya sayin ya don’t wanna play Duel Monstas?” Joey asks, grinning fondly, and Yugi starts shaking his head apologetically.
“No, I can barely think straight; I wouldn’t be a good oppone—” And then he catches the mischievous look on Joey’s face and fixes him with the flattest, most unimpressed look he can muster. “You’re counting on that because you want a win.”
“Aww, you’re hurtin’ my feelings,” Joey counters, but he winks when he thinks no one else is looking, and Yugi rolls his eyes, feeling cold and tired and a little dizzy.
“Yugi, we wouldn’t be here if we were worried about getting sick. Just—if you get me sick, I expect you to play nurse for me, right?” Téa says with a smile, moving forward to run comforting fingers through his hair, and he’s half fallen asleep on her already. He’s blushing a little but she doesn’t seem to mind too much when he hides that in her shoulder.
“Well, we know you hate being on your own, and you have the best game system out of all of us,” Tristan teases, too, and then soon he’s got his head on Téa’s lap and she’s running her hands through his hair and she and his other friends are arguing about the game, whatever they’re playing, and cursing each other, and the restlessness has turned to contentment.