Hairshipping (Honda Hiroto/Yami no Yugi)
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Honda didn't notice right away that they had switched, he was too busy reaching into the innards of his motorcycle to try and reach for that bolt that he needed to loosen. When he finally leaned back, irritated, sweaty, and covered with grease up to his elbows, his eyes flickered up over the seat of the motorcycle and he found crimson eyes instead of violet peering curiously at the vehicle.
"Oh, hey," he said. "When'd you come out?"
The other Yugi actually jumped a little, and a faint blush jumped to his cheeks.
"Sorry, I wasn't trying to interrupt your time with Yugi," he said. "I just wanted to have a look at this…I haven't seen one up close before, except, well, through Yugi's eyes."
"What, a motorcycle?"
Yami no Yugi nodded, looking actually a little sheepish.
"Sorry again, I'll switch back out, I know you were hanging out with Yugi today—"
"I'm hanging out with both of you," Honda pointed out, gesturing at him with his wrench. "Nah, it's cool. I don't really get to talk to you very often, outside of, you know, the world ending and shit."
Yami no Yugi grimaced, ducking his eyes. But the color didn't shift back to violet so Honda knew that he had decided to stick around. Honda groaned as he stood up, knees cracking.
"I think I might have to take it into a shop," he said. He leaned over the motorcycle to get one of the handles, revving it experimentally. It was still making that wrong noise. Dammit. "This might be out of my league…"
Yami no Yugi leaned out of his stool, squinting at the bike, and all the tools and pieces scattered around.
"Where did you learn to do this in the first place?" he asked. He ran a hand down the leather seat as though just curious about how it felt—Honda wondered, for a moment, if whoever was not in control was able to feel what the other felt. Did Yami no Yugi get sensory deprivation when he wasn't out? Considering how little he came out, that sounded like it would be horrible.
"Mostly self-taught, honestly," Honda said. "Picked up old magazines and stuff. Got a few tips and tricks from the gang kids when I was allowed to hang out with them."
Yami no Yugi's eyes sparkled and his lips twitched with that look Honda had learned meant that he was impressed—it was a gaze usually reserved for when Jonouchi pulled off a great play in Duel Monsters all on his own.
"That's amazing," he said. "You're very talented."
"Nah, just too stubborn to quit when I should just take it to a shop," Honda said with a laugh. "Careful of that grease there, unless you want it until your nails for a week."
Yami no Yugi chuckled softly, and he leaned back away from the motorbike. For a moment, they returned to a soft silence, as Honda leaned back into the bike to try and fiddle with something else.
"It's nice to see you out and about sometimes, you know," Honda said. "I don't get to talk with this Yugi a lot."
Yami no Yugi didn't answer, and after a beat, Honda pulled his head out of the bike to look over the seat.
Yami no Yugi's head was tilted down, his bangs over his eyes—he couldn't even be sure that it was the same Yugi that he was talking to now.
"Yugi?"
His shoulders jumped, and he looked up quickly, crimson eyes confirming that it was still the other Yugi that he was talking to. He flushed again, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I'm sorry, I spaced out," he said.
Honda raised an eyebrow.
"You're not a very good liar outside of a game," he said. "What's up?"
Yami no Yugi ducked his eyes away. Honda shifted himself up on his knees, resting his elbows on top of the seat. He could sit here and play the stare and wait game all day if he had to, and he'd do it.
Luckily, he didn't have to, because Yami no Yugi cleared his throat with a soft cough.
"I guess I just feel like I'm still intruding," he said. "You're Yugi's friend first…I don't want to…interrupt that."
Honda let out a scratchy huff.
"Yugi, if I wasn't covered in grease right now, I'd jump over this damn bike and punch you," he said.
Yami no Yugi blinked, eyes widening as he finally looked back at Honda. Honda raised an eyebrow at him.
"You're still our friend too, you know," he said. "You're not hogging us. Yugi'd tell you if you were. We'd call you out if you were."
He leaned forward on the bike.
"As it is, I feel like we never get to see you on a normal day," he said. "So you're basically doing the opposite of hogging us."
"I…"
"So if you ever feel like you don't belong with your friends again," Honda said, "I will punch you. Got it?"
Yami no Yugi blinked quickly, but it didn't appear that he had any tears. So instead, he smiled, rubbing the back of his neck with that same awkwardness that he always seemed to have in an ordinary situation.
"Honda…thanks," he said.
Honda winked.
"Any time," he said. "By the way, as long as you're out, why don't you make yourself useful? Hand me that wrench on the counter behind you?"
Yami no Yugi smiled as he turned around to grab the wrench. Honda just grinned at his back.
That kid needed to smile more, he thought. Maybe he and Jonouchi should plan something.
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A/N: Oh thank god that's the last H on the list. We're on to the G's with Guardianshipping (Ishizu x Raphael)
