Yugi can admit he doesn't love flying.
During most of this trip out of the country, Joey snores, drooling and open-mouthed, from the window-seat. Tristian spaces out and watches the flight attendants pass by on their high heels. Téa babbles about her excitement and their grades, and Yugi has to excuse himself from the aisle-seat, nearly hyperventilating.
He locks himself in the plane's bathroom, clutching onto the sink and glimpsing Yami over his shoulder, appearing worried.
"What can I do, aibou?"
Stop crowding me, first off, Yugi thinks loudly, watching with embarrassment as Yami chuckles, stepping away and towards the bathroom door.
"I-I'm sorry… guess I'm getting freaked out," Yugi mutters, inhaling sharply and twisting the faucet.
He splashes his face with lukewarm water one-handed. It helps a little bit, as does Yami's crimson eyes wrinkling as he smiles. It's kinda weird… falling in love with someone who resembles himself. Yugi tries to not overthink it, reaching purposely for Yami's hands behind him and hooking them loosely around his waist.
Yugioh isn't mine. This is a major throwback for me. Wow. Incredible. Okie dokie well thanks for reading and any comments/thoughts appreciated! :)