Anzu Mazaki was just fiercely protective of her friends.
At least that's what she told herself, as she swatted away, with a verbal onslaught, another adoring admirer of Yugi.
He really didn't need to get distracted while he was dueling. And these people just simply weren't right for Yugi.
They didn't understand him like she did, hadn't been by his side through so much, and know his likes and dislikes. How dare they.
Yugi was her best friend, not theirs.
And she wanted him to stay that way. In fact, if Yugi Mutou wanted to be something other than friends, Anzu was more than fine with that.
And as she made her way through the waiting crowd beside him, she knew she'd be having some words with him later.
Because enough was enough. Some girl out of nowhere was not going to steal Anzu's thunder.
Because Anzu loved Yugi Mutou, and she had a strong hunch that he loved her.
And they were ready to say as much to each other.
Because anymore of these suitors trying to throw themselves at Yugi was going to give her an aneurysm.
And nobody wanted Anzu Mazaki that mad.
Anzu was fiercely protective. And she was going to protect what she saw as hers.