Any Time Now
By Jargonelle
Twenty-four snapshots. Two lives. One love. Yuugi x Anzu.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
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9.00
He hadn't ever really cared about his grades before.
Yet here he was, having spent hours, (no wait, was it still only nine o'clock?) trying to revise. He wasn't having any luck; the equations were even more baffling now than they had been when he had been daydreaming about Duel Monsters the first time this had been explained to him.
Maybe he should just give up, go back to sleep. He could barely keep his eyes open and the half-hearted attempt at actual learning had exhausted him.
No. Must concentrate. This was important.
Who was he kidding?
This last-ditch attempt wasn't going to make any real difference to either his exams or his life. Unlike most of his friends, he didn't have the pressure of choosing a career – he was going to work in his Grandpa's shop, he would own it one day. His Grandpa wouldn't turn him down because of a poor science result.
Yuugi could have easily gone through the whole examination session without breaking a sweat.
But Anzu... she was worried.
She came to school every day, the bags under her eyes not quite covered by her not-as-subtle-as-she-hoped make-up. She'd started nervously biting the end of her pen whilst making notes, would discourage trips to the arcade in order to promote group study activities. Very little work was done during these meetings, but at least she could leave at the end feeling confident she would perform better than the others.
Yuugi didn't like seeing her like that, like she was the only who cared, the only one who hurt over the prospect of a new life governed by the answers written on a piece of paper.
So he tried his hardest, to try to understand what had been taught and why Anzu found it so overwhelmingly significant.
She was bright, she'd be fine.
He hoped.
But if not, he'd be there for her.
~~
By Jargonelle
Twenty-four snapshots. Two lives. One love. Yuugi x Anzu.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
~~
9.00
He hadn't ever really cared about his grades before.
Yet here he was, having spent hours, (no wait, was it still only nine o'clock?) trying to revise. He wasn't having any luck; the equations were even more baffling now than they had been when he had been daydreaming about Duel Monsters the first time this had been explained to him.
Maybe he should just give up, go back to sleep. He could barely keep his eyes open and the half-hearted attempt at actual learning had exhausted him.
No. Must concentrate. This was important.
Who was he kidding?
This last-ditch attempt wasn't going to make any real difference to either his exams or his life. Unlike most of his friends, he didn't have the pressure of choosing a career – he was going to work in his Grandpa's shop, he would own it one day. His Grandpa wouldn't turn him down because of a poor science result.
Yuugi could have easily gone through the whole examination session without breaking a sweat.
But Anzu... she was worried.
She came to school every day, the bags under her eyes not quite covered by her not-as-subtle-as-she-hoped make-up. She'd started nervously biting the end of her pen whilst making notes, would discourage trips to the arcade in order to promote group study activities. Very little work was done during these meetings, but at least she could leave at the end feeling confident she would perform better than the others.
Yuugi didn't like seeing her like that, like she was the only who cared, the only one who hurt over the prospect of a new life governed by the answers written on a piece of paper.
So he tried his hardest, to try to understand what had been taught and why Anzu found it so overwhelmingly significant.
She was bright, she'd be fine.
He hoped.
But if not, he'd be there for her.
~~