D for Dense
Yami was sure he didn't hear right. It was completely impossible.
He and Yuugi shared glances, before staring at Jou again.
"What do you mean 'he doesn't know'?" Yami asked bewildered.
"Exactly what I meant. He can be so dense sometimes," Jou mused, balancing the pen on tip of his finger.
"Kaiba-kun dense? I don't see how that is possible…" Yuugi admitted, sharing another glance with Yami, who shrugged.
Jou sighed: "He is socially retarded."
"But-" Yuugi started, but was cut off.
"When exactly was Kaiba dense?" Yami asked.
He was met with stare from Jou: "We went through that entire ordeal with magic and what's-it-not and he still doesn't believes in it."
Okay, Yami had to agree with that. Reluctantly (since he believed in Kaiba's smarts), but still agreed.
"So what will you do Jou?"
The blond snorted: "The obvious."
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"Kaiba."
"Mutt."
The school ground was empty, except of two boys who stood at the entrance of the door. One didn't have the umbrella to walk home in this god-damned rain. The other had just finished the business with the principle about some kind of donation for sports club.
"I wanted to tell you something."
"Just hurry, I am late for the meeting."
The blond turned to look at him: "You like me."
Jou praised himself mentally. Seto's whole body has become rigid, eyes narrowed, sharp and now locked on Jounouchi, hand clutching for the briefcase so hard that the knuckles became white.
"What was that mutt? Who was delusional enough to tell you such a thing?"
Jou chuckled and shrugged: "No one. You simply like me."
If one's look could freeze, Jou would be an ice cube now. He laughed and placed the bag over his head, running across the school ground. He stopped at the gates and yelled: "You just don't know it yet."
Because, seriously, Kaiba can be so dense sometimes.