Notes – Done for ygodrabble. Set a few years post-canon.
For the umpteenth time that day, he wasn't bothering to keep count, Jounouchi tried to edge around some chattering middle-aged women in the vain hope of getting closer to the building, and closer to his seat inside it.
But most of all he just wanted to get away from the sun.
This heat was really getting to him, and the stupid suit made him itch like mad in places that weren't appropriate to scratch in respectable company. Which usually wouldn't have bothered him too much but today was a big day for the most important person in his life, and he knew he wasn't going to do anything on purpose to risk ruining it for her.
That was why he'd got into this suit, a rented one at that – no one with any money rented suits anymore, but it wasn't as if he was pretending to be rich.
That was why he'd got on the back of Honda's motorcycle while wearing this suit and travelled through the slow crawl of traffic in the unbearable warmth, listening to Honda make jokes about how bad he looked.
That was why he forced Honda to stop several streets away and demanded him not to come, partly because he didn't want to show her up by arriving on the back of a motorcycle and partly because there was no way he was going to let Honda distract her from the best day of her life with his flirting.
And, this was the part he was most proud of himself for achieving, that was why he was going to sit with the mother and father he'd avoided contact with for years while watching this. He had a feeling things would be as strained between the two of them as it would be towards him, but if they risked ruining today for her then he saw it as his duty to set them straight.
So he sat down in the most uncomfortable faux velvet seat in the world, fanning himself with the leaflet they'd given out at the door explaining why the students here were the finest in the world and completely forgetting to mention the huge fees that came with the course, and cursed the sun.
This was just all too much. Shove a large amount of sweaty people in a room together and all you got were extremely grumpy sweaty people.
As the ceremony began, however, everyone gradually got a lot less irritated for a very definite reason, and as it came to the person he'd come here for, Jounouchi understood why.
He watched his sister Shizuka walk quietly onto the stage; take the scroll stating that she'd graduated from her degree and shook hands with the apparently important man giving them out before walking off the stage.
Jounouchi couldn't stop himself from cheering loudly and clapping.
The sun might have been a nuisance to him sometimes, but now he thanked it for giving Shizuka the perfect weather for her graduation.