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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12.00
Her pen had just given up on her and she didn't have another one like it.
Anzu's essay was going badly enough as it was without the added humiliation of having to write it in two clashing colours.
The next pen she tried flicked ink everywhere. It seeped permanently into the carpet and stained her fingers, but at least she could write with it. Since time was important, she sped on through her argument, dark splotches littering the page, rendering some of words illegible.
The clock was ticking, drawing ever closer to midday.
At least she was on the second question. A quick glance over in Honda's direction, that the teacher thankfully didn't notice, revealed that he was still working on question one.
Anzu didn't have anything left to write and she saw no point in waffling on about nothing, that never gained anyone credit. She might as well draw her answer to a close.
She rushed through the conclusion, trying desperately to remember the statistics Miho had quoted earlier in their last-minute revision session.
There, it was finished, with ten minutes left before the mock examination ended.
That was enough to daydream about Yuugi and analyse (for the umpteenth time) their first proper date.
It had seemed slightly ridiculous initially, getting all dressed up to go see a film together, where they had never bothered before. Yet it had made it special. Arms wrapped around one another, they had laughed and cheered and had a really good time.
He had paid the taxi fare for both of them. She had offered but then he had blushed and whispered that his Grandpa had given him that money to ensure that she would get home safely.
She dropped her handbag as she was getting out of the taxi. Yuugi's hero instincts kicked in and he automatically bent down to reach it for her but in the process, he hit his head on the back of one of the other seats. He sat back up, sheepishly rubbing his head.
Anzu, at her desk, couldn't help but smile, remembering how absolutely lovable he had seemed in that moment.
She had kissed him quickly on his left cheek, before stepping aside and letting the taxi drive off into the night. It had been a great evening.
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By Jargonelle
Twenty-four snapshots. Two lives. One love. Yuugi x Anzu.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
~~
12.00
Her pen had just given up on her and she didn't have another one like it.
Anzu's essay was going badly enough as it was without the added humiliation of having to write it in two clashing colours.
The next pen she tried flicked ink everywhere. It seeped permanently into the carpet and stained her fingers, but at least she could write with it. Since time was important, she sped on through her argument, dark splotches littering the page, rendering some of words illegible.
The clock was ticking, drawing ever closer to midday.
At least she was on the second question. A quick glance over in Honda's direction, that the teacher thankfully didn't notice, revealed that he was still working on question one.
Anzu didn't have anything left to write and she saw no point in waffling on about nothing, that never gained anyone credit. She might as well draw her answer to a close.
She rushed through the conclusion, trying desperately to remember the statistics Miho had quoted earlier in their last-minute revision session.
There, it was finished, with ten minutes left before the mock examination ended.
That was enough to daydream about Yuugi and analyse (for the umpteenth time) their first proper date.
It had seemed slightly ridiculous initially, getting all dressed up to go see a film together, where they had never bothered before. Yet it had made it special. Arms wrapped around one another, they had laughed and cheered and had a really good time.
He had paid the taxi fare for both of them. She had offered but then he had blushed and whispered that his Grandpa had given him that money to ensure that she would get home safely.
She dropped her handbag as she was getting out of the taxi. Yuugi's hero instincts kicked in and he automatically bent down to reach it for her but in the process, he hit his head on the back of one of the other seats. He sat back up, sheepishly rubbing his head.
Anzu, at her desk, couldn't help but smile, remembering how absolutely lovable he had seemed in that moment.
She had kissed him quickly on his left cheek, before stepping aside and letting the taxi drive off into the night. It had been a great evening.
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