Pairing: HondaxJounouchixOtogi
Rating: G
Word Count: 558
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection with YuGiOh, nor do I make any money through writing this fanfiction.
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Nudge
Overall, Honda didn't mind air travel. The seats were comfy enough, the staff were nice and, hey, free peanuts.
But, as time went on, the seats started to make their presence a little too known against his backside. And the gap between himself and the seat in front appeared to have shrunk at some point, creating less room for his feet. Looking out of the window had become boring quite a while ago. And Jounouchi had stolen his peanuts.
Those, however, were relatively small annoyances. Especially compared to both Otogi and Jounouchi falling asleep on either side of him, using his shoulders as a makeshift pillow.
Having Otogi resting on his shoulder wasn't too bad. It was just that his hair brushed against and up Honda's nose, and whenever he tried to gently push or blow some away it made Otogi stir. Not much, but enough for Honda to stop and have another try at getting used to it. An irate Otogi who has just been woken up was one to avoid.
The tickling sensation of hair around his nose was the lesser of two evils when compared to Jounouchi sleeping on the other shoulder. He drooled. A lot. And had managed to wind his own limbs around Honda's arms. He'd even hooked his foot around Honda's ankle, effectively trapping him. Jounouchi also snored. Softly, but that didn't make any difference to Honda seeing as his ear was inches away.
In short, Honda was very much stuck.
Making a last-ditch attempt at somehow getting free, he managed to turn around very slightly but enough to look at Anzu in the row of seats behind. Honda couldn't help but notice that Yugi had fallen asleep on her. But the armrest between their seats had been pushed up to allow Yugi to rest his head upon her lap. She leisurely ran her fingers through his hair and the pair of them looked very comfortable.
Honda shot Anzu a pleading look, although he wasn't quite sure what he expected her to do. And indeed all he got was that sort of smile, accompanied by her eyebrows being raised, followed by a wink.
He granted her a returning smile before turning back. Upon doing so, Jounouchi slid further down his chest and nudged further into his shirt. He muttered something; the words somewhat muffled through the drool which was still coming. Something about seconds please. Perhaps. Honda wasn't quite sure. For a split second, he thought he heard Otogi murmur something in response, but couldn't make out any of the words at all.
Jounouchi grunted, his facial features twisted into a frown and Honda found himself watching him closely in case something was suddenly wrong. But then Jounouchi relaxed again and lazily reached out an arm to hook his fingers around Honda's shirt and drag him down.
With his chin and most of his cheek now nestled in Jounouchi's hair, Honda knew he'd be stepping off the plane with a horrendous ache in his neck. On the other hand, the action had also caused Otogi to slide down his arm, slump a little in his chair and settle just before Honda's elbow.
Knowing he wasn't going anywhere very soon, Honda closed his eyes.
From behind him, he heard a content sigh from Anzu and smiled. He couldn't have put it better himself.
END