Analogshipping (Bakura Ryo/Honda Hiroto/Mazaki Anzu)

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"Whoa," Honda said, his eyes lighting up. "I didn't know you had so many of these!"

Anzu grinned, looking pleased with herself as the other two boys turned in circles in her room, looking at all of the records she had tucked neatly on shelves or hanging carefully from the walls.

"Do you have a record player?" Ryo said, crouching down to look at the bottom shelf of her collection.

"Yeah, downstairs—it's technically my dad's," she said. "He's the one that got me into this stuff."

"Whoa, this is a rare one!" Honda said, sounding as excited as a kid in a candy store. "Where did you find this?"

"I have a knack," Anzu said, flashing him the okay sign.

"You gotta share your tricks with me sometime."

Anzu laughed and crossed her legs on her bed.

"We should all go together sometime! It's been ages since I've been able to talk records with people. Yugi tries his best, but I can tell he doesn't get it."

She rubbed a hand through her hair, and Ryo made a soft sound that might have been a laugh.

"Show him a way to make a game out of it, and he'll do better," he said. "Is there any particular organization here? There's actually one that I've been looking to listen to on vinyl for a while..."

"Sure, let me help," Anzu said, hopping off the bed to go crouch next to Ryo. "Everything's by year, and then by artist. The oldest stuff is on the top shelf."

"Hey, can we put this one on?" Honda said, holding up the one he had slid out of its spot.

"Let me help Ryo get one first, and then we can take a few down and listen to them," Anzu said, smiling.

The afternoon wore on with the sound of old record scratching and chattering laughter, and the music played on.

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A/N: I have no idea I just suddenly had this burst of inspiration that Anzu is the type of girl to collect records (music for dancing to!) and Honda and Bakura also seemed like the kind of people who'd love that old-timey style of music storage haha. Next is Anagramshipping (Karim x Marik).