"Won't it be fun, Bakura-kun?" Yugi looks up at them both with wide eyes. Very wide eyes. Malik sometimes wonders if he's some kind of mutant, with eyes that large. They seem to take up half of his face. "And Anzu will be so happy that we all came to support her!" Malik blinks a couple times and rubs at his own eyes. He could swear that Yugi just sparkled.
"Indeed," the Pharaoh says, leaning casually against a desk. "It would be a most appreciated gesture." Which, roughly translated, means "Agree with him or I eat your face."
Malik considers his options. On the one hand, the stupid Pharaoh isn't Pharaoh anymore and doesn't have the right to give orders to anybody, except Yugi who probably likes that sort of thing. On the other, Malik is very fond of breathing.
And judging by the look on Bakura's face, he's going through the exact same thought process, and if Malik doesn't speak up now, his stupid boyfriend is going to get himself killed. Again.
"Feh," Malik says. "What do we want with some fancy rich-people thing?" Bakura's eyes light up, and Malik stifles a sigh. Really, he doesn't know why he puts up with the predictable moron. "The girl probably doesn't want our support anyway."
"Now, Malik," Bakura purrs, and then Malik remembers why he still hangs around the bastard. "We shouldn't judge too quickly. Who knows, it may be a valuable experience. We ought to give it a chance."
"Whatever," Malik says. "I don't care." He slides off the desk he's perched on and heads to the classroom door.
Yugi follows him. "That was a kind thing you just did," he says quietly once they're in the hall.
"I didn't do it for you." Malik sneers and stalks off.