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Yugioh Reunion!Verse
Chapter Summary: The transfer students join Anzu's school...
Word Count: 770
Rating: teen
Yugioh Reunion!Verse
Chapter Summary: The transfer students join Anzu's school...
Word Count: 770
Rating: teen
“Did you hear, Anzu? There’s going to be a lot of new transfer students! I hope some of them, at least, are attractive,” Nagano-chan chatters by Mazaki’s desk, and Anzu resists the impulse to roll her eyes.
“Because their school was destroyed, right?” she asks. “I hope no one was hurt.”
“Well, I wouldn’t think so,” shy Kammie replies quietly. “It was during that big emergency, so hopefully everyone had the sense to listen to the instructions for once and stay inside.”
Anzu smiles and nods but is prevented from answering by Jukodo-sensei entering the classroom. “As I’m sure you all know by now, we will have several new transfer students due to the tragedy last spring. I hope you all give them a proper welcome to the school.” He winks, as normal, and then waves at the door. “Come in!”
The door slides open. “Hello, my name is Hiroto Honda. I hope to start a beautification club here, to clean the hearts and minds of—”
Another boy, this one with blond hair, joins them and interrupts the other. “Katsuya Jounouchi, and don’t let this guy fool ya inta thinking he’s cool.” The glare he gets isn’t as severe as it might have been—so they might be friends. Maybe.
They’re followed by yet another boy, one that Anzu knows she’ll be hearing a lot about in the following weeks. Not her type, though. “Harada Yoshiteru.” He bows, formally, and then just stands staring at the back of the classroom.
The teacher frowns. “Wasn’t there another—” he begins to ask, and the blond—Katsuya—sighs.
“Yeah, he’s just bein’ a little…shy. I’ll go get him.” He marches outside, and then they hear protests.
“H-hey, Jounouchi, I can walk on my own! I—hey!”
“If you were gonna, you had your chance. Now you are goin’ in dere, if I have ta shove ya.” And then the last newcomer stumbles in.
He straightens up, and Nagano gasps. “A punk? Shy?”
Anzu frowns. Okay, yeah, that appearance—the black collar, the few bracelets, the eyeliner, most of all the punk haircut, rendered even more outlandish by the purple dyed tips and blond bangs framing the face—definitely looks like a punk, but there’s a voice telling her that this is anything but a punk. He’s short, for a guy. He might come up to a little past her chin.
The deep blush helps with rendering the appearance anything but dangerous. The voice helps, too. It’s deeper than she expected (why is she expecting it to be high-pitched), but it’s certainly not the thuggish voice of a delinquent that the others are expecting. “Muto Yugi. Sorry about that. Please take good care of me!” He bows, and it takes Anzu a minute before it slams into her with the force of a thousand hammers. Oh. Oh.
Yugi, huh? The little boy grew up, she thinks, not aware she’s sitting motionless, staring in shock, and then, his hair hasn’t changed at all.
Blue eyes dark enough they might be mistaken for purple meet hers, and then Yugi looks even more flustered. The whispering in the classroom around them probably isn’t helping, even if she wasn’t openly staring. There’s no recognition in his eyes, but then, it has been what feels like forever since they’ve seen each other, and she hasn’t introduced herself. There’s no reason he should connect every woman he sees with his childhood friend.
He’s granted the seat “next” to hers, in the next row, and Katsuya a place right behind him. Hiroto’s a row back and to the right, and judging by the scuffling sound the two guys haven’t settled their little friend-fight yet. Harada’s in the way back, and while Nagano sighs unhappily at the placement, Harada seems perfectly fine with sitting in the back. It seems to give him a better position to glare at everyone disdainfully.
Anzu hadn’t expected this when she woke up this morning, and now doesn’t know how to deal with the suddenness. She’s really tempted to write some sort of note, but there’s no way she can fit everything she feels into a small note. Not even the whole explanation. She glances over, as Yugi gets out his things, but now that all eyes aren’t on him, he’s calmed down, is even…maybe a little confident? What happened to the little boy who was scared of everything, who needed me to act as his bodyguard? I’m looking forward to finding out. And…he’s actually concentrating on the lesson.
Unlike her.
Whoops.
Time for a reunion maybe later. Now, there’s math to deal with. Ugh.
“Because their school was destroyed, right?” she asks. “I hope no one was hurt.”
“Well, I wouldn’t think so,” shy Kammie replies quietly. “It was during that big emergency, so hopefully everyone had the sense to listen to the instructions for once and stay inside.”
Anzu smiles and nods but is prevented from answering by Jukodo-sensei entering the classroom. “As I’m sure you all know by now, we will have several new transfer students due to the tragedy last spring. I hope you all give them a proper welcome to the school.” He winks, as normal, and then waves at the door. “Come in!”
The door slides open. “Hello, my name is Hiroto Honda. I hope to start a beautification club here, to clean the hearts and minds of—”
Another boy, this one with blond hair, joins them and interrupts the other. “Katsuya Jounouchi, and don’t let this guy fool ya inta thinking he’s cool.” The glare he gets isn’t as severe as it might have been—so they might be friends. Maybe.
They’re followed by yet another boy, one that Anzu knows she’ll be hearing a lot about in the following weeks. Not her type, though. “Harada Yoshiteru.” He bows, formally, and then just stands staring at the back of the classroom.
The teacher frowns. “Wasn’t there another—” he begins to ask, and the blond—Katsuya—sighs.
“Yeah, he’s just bein’ a little…shy. I’ll go get him.” He marches outside, and then they hear protests.
“H-hey, Jounouchi, I can walk on my own! I—hey!”
“If you were gonna, you had your chance. Now you are goin’ in dere, if I have ta shove ya.” And then the last newcomer stumbles in.
He straightens up, and Nagano gasps. “A punk? Shy?”
Anzu frowns. Okay, yeah, that appearance—the black collar, the few bracelets, the eyeliner, most of all the punk haircut, rendered even more outlandish by the purple dyed tips and blond bangs framing the face—definitely looks like a punk, but there’s a voice telling her that this is anything but a punk. He’s short, for a guy. He might come up to a little past her chin.
The deep blush helps with rendering the appearance anything but dangerous. The voice helps, too. It’s deeper than she expected (why is she expecting it to be high-pitched), but it’s certainly not the thuggish voice of a delinquent that the others are expecting. “Muto Yugi. Sorry about that. Please take good care of me!” He bows, and it takes Anzu a minute before it slams into her with the force of a thousand hammers. Oh. Oh.
Yugi, huh? The little boy grew up, she thinks, not aware she’s sitting motionless, staring in shock, and then, his hair hasn’t changed at all.
Blue eyes dark enough they might be mistaken for purple meet hers, and then Yugi looks even more flustered. The whispering in the classroom around them probably isn’t helping, even if she wasn’t openly staring. There’s no recognition in his eyes, but then, it has been what feels like forever since they’ve seen each other, and she hasn’t introduced herself. There’s no reason he should connect every woman he sees with his childhood friend.
He’s granted the seat “next” to hers, in the next row, and Katsuya a place right behind him. Hiroto’s a row back and to the right, and judging by the scuffling sound the two guys haven’t settled their little friend-fight yet. Harada’s in the way back, and while Nagano sighs unhappily at the placement, Harada seems perfectly fine with sitting in the back. It seems to give him a better position to glare at everyone disdainfully.
Anzu hadn’t expected this when she woke up this morning, and now doesn’t know how to deal with the suddenness. She’s really tempted to write some sort of note, but there’s no way she can fit everything she feels into a small note. Not even the whole explanation. She glances over, as Yugi gets out his things, but now that all eyes aren’t on him, he’s calmed down, is even…maybe a little confident? What happened to the little boy who was scared of everything, who needed me to act as his bodyguard? I’m looking forward to finding out. And…he’s actually concentrating on the lesson.
Unlike her.
Whoops.
Time for a reunion maybe later. Now, there’s math to deal with. Ugh.
