A/N: What's weird is I'm listening to breakup songs when I was writing this and I have no idea how I even managed to make this angst-free with the kind of songs I was listening to. Haha. Really. Anyway, like I promised, this is the epilogue. I do hope it looks like an epilogue. It's been a while since I wrote an epilogue, see. Thanks for reading this story, guys. I'm glad for your support. Oh. Speaking of which, if anyone's wondering if I've been productive lately, the other fics that I'm supposed to work on are currently being well, worked on. They're just uhh… difficult to finish. Gah.

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EPILOGUE

Yami drowns out the sound of his professor's voice as he discusses the consequences of being caught plagiarizing in his class. It's a boring class that he knows for sure, but it also is the easiest 7:30 a.m. class that he can find. Why easy? Because he really does not want to get up early in the morning and waste it on a class he isn't even going to be remotely interested in. Anyway, they're still roughly forty five minutes away from dismissal and it's really, really dreadful. In this class, he means.

He yawns sleepily and gazes outside the window, absentmindedly flipping the pages of his notebook until his seatmate elbows him and tells him to pay attention.

"Requirements, you don't want to miss them," his classmate reasons.

"So, I'll be needing you all to pass your index cards and respective essays on the importance of honesty and integrity by the end of the week…"

And on and on the professor goes…

Yami sighs.

Quite unexpectedly, his phone vibrates from his bag and he stiffens noticeably. Wonders if anyone notices. First day of class and he doesn't want to give that bad of an impression, you know?

Not like high school, he thinks idly.

Before he can stop himself, he chuckles lightly at the memories. It's been two years since he graduated; three years since he and Seto got together and from the way things are between them, everything's fine. The gang didn't react as bad as he and Seto thought they would, but it did take time for them to adjust. Yuugi and Mokuba had only laughed to themselves before going on with their lives. And since they left college, everyone's practically been busy. Especially Seto. Right now, his boyfriend is in London, sealing a deal while he's stuck in a subject Seto vehemently disapproves of. ("It's going to be a waste of your time," Seto had said.)

Discreetly so no one will see, he reaches for his phone and flips it open; grins as he reads the message.

Meet me at the dorm.

The best thing about college, Yami thinks to himself (after promptly giving up on his professor and this subject for today), is that he has complete control over his classes and his schedule. Implication? He has two hours to spare before his next class begins. And if Seto is in his dorm room, then it's even better. They haven't seen each other in a month!

When class ends, he's the first one to stand up and walk to the door. That is, he should have been the first one to leave if it weren't for someone calling his name.

"You're Yami, right?" The guy asks and the ex-spirit has to stare for a while, torn between answering and ignoring him. He goes with the former out of respect. "Great! I'm Timothy. I live right next door to your dorm room?"

Timothy introduced himself with an offered hand, expecting a handshake which Yami responds to. Yami still hasn't decided on the words he'll use so he can get away but the guy doesn't notice his silence. Continues to babble on random things Yami admittedly has stopped paying attention to. Until of course Timothy looks at him, all bright and eager and says, "So, I was wondering… would you like to have coffee with me? It's just a couple of blocks from the dorm and it's a good place. Please?"

"Uh…"

He has to go to his room.

Seto waiting, remember?

"Timothy, actually…" Yami reddens, slightly embarrassed at the prospect of turning this nice guy down. He doesn't really need to do that before; and for some reason he thinks he should feel guilty. He does, by a fraction, but it's nothing compared to the slow-building panic in him, telling him that his boyfriend is waiting for him.

"I'd really love it if you go with me," his neighbor insists.

"I have to uhh… meet my boyfriend," Yami explains. He smiles awkwardly and hopes that the guy just takes it as it is and walks away. Timothy deflates at the confession before nodding, grinning sheepishly even though he's blushing like a tomato. "Sorry," Yami tries.

"No, no… it's really alright, um, fine…"

For a nanosecond, Yami does feel bad. Nice guy and all, he still thinks Timothy can make a good friend. Besides, there's no harm in befriending someone who lives just next door, right? Decided, Yami grins back and pats him on the shoulder. "How about we meet for lunch at the cafeteria? It'd be nice to hang out," he offers.

"Hang out? You mean like friends?" Timothy brightens up and Yami nods. "Oh, that's awesome! See you then?"

"Yes, Timothy," Yami answers, relieved, "I'll see you then."

"Great! Thanks, Yami! Well… I have to go now. Bye!" The guy waves and jogs away, leaving Yami shaking his head and turning to the other direction.

His phone vibrates again, announcing another message.

Where are you? It asks and Yami can imagine Seto now, impatiently sitting on his bed, wondering what's taking him so long. Despite himself, the former pharaoh laughs and runs his hand unconsciously through his hair. It's been a habit of his. Besides, he likes messing with his hair sometimes.

Near, he answers as he takes the stairs two steps at a time. By the time he's on the third floor and in front of his room, he's breathing hard and sweating a little. He grins and turns the knob, opens the door and finds Seto waiting by the window, arms crossed, hair tousled and eyes sparking with something he barely has time to identify.

Seto pushes him to the door as soon as he closes it and kisses him hard. Broadcasts through it just how much he's been missed and Yami kisses back, bag falling to the floor as he yanks the brunet close. He shuts his eyes and lets his hands settle on the front of Seto's shirt until Seto pulls away, smirking like the devilish attractive boyfriend he really is.

"Hi," the brunet greets, nibbling on Yami's lower lip. Yami chuckles and playfully pushes him away.

"You're lucky I don't have class right now," Yami teases as he removes the sweater he's wearing. He's in his room so he thinks a simple long-sleeved shirt can suffice. Seto in turn, takes his trench coat off, leaving him in his turtleneck and khakis.

"I'm not lucky. I know. There's a difference, " Seto counters and he sits down on the bed, pats the space beside him for Yami to sit on. Which Yami does, by the way, as he leans on Seto. He makes sure to roll his eyes at his boyfriend though.

"How long will you be staying?" Yami suddenly asks. Straightforward as always; because the reality is, they rarely have the time for each other. It should put a strain in their relationship and Yami has to admit that at some point, it can become difficult. But hey, they're stubborn individuals. He hears the CEO sigh and he knows it won't be for long. Kaiba Corporations is in the middle of signing some contracts with other big companies after all, and Yami understands that. He does. But Ra, sometimes he misses Seto too damn much that he can't function properly.

"That's okay. You need to go," he says so the brunet won't feel bad about it.

"I'm sorry, Yami," Seto apologizes anyway, kisses his forehead.

Yami just smiles and pushes Seto down so he can lie down. He follows afterwards, laid on top of the CEO as he hugs him. "I'm serious. I understand. Right now, let's just stay like this okay?"

"But Yami—"

"Shh…" Yami kisses him lightly on the lips and closes his eyes; head to Seto's chest, ear to Seto's heart as he listens.

."I'll make it up to you. I promise."

Yami nods off, content with just staying here with Seto that he doesn't notice he's dozing off until Seto lightly shakes him. "I missed you, you know…" he slurs in his half-asleep state.

"I know, Yami. Come on, let's get some coffee," Seto says. The invitation ironically makes Yami think back to Timothy and he chuckles. "What? What is it?"

"Funny. Timothy basically asked me the same thing earlier after class."

"Timothy?" Seto asks, voice low and borderline dangerous. "Who's he?"

"My neighbor and apparently, classmate. Didn't know until he called my name earlier in class, really. Why?" Yami looks up and meets Seto's piercing gaze. "Wait, are you jealous?"

"Jealous of him? Of course not." Seto pouts and looks away.

Yami thinks it's adorable and laughs.

"What's so amusing?"

"You're jealous! And sulking!"

"I'm not sulking."

"You are, Seto. You are."

Seto rolls his eyes and Yami grins cheekily at him before standing up. "Okay, come on. Coffee, remember? Besides, we haven't seen Neville yet. I'm supposed to get him from Yuugi today."

The dormitory doesn't allow pets inside and upon knowing that, Yami had no choice but to leave it at his aibou's apartment. However, since it's a Tuesday and he spends the night at his own apartment since he doesn't have classes on Wednesdays, he gets Neville after his morning class. And with Seto here, well… Neville's going to be ecstatic, isn't he?

Not as planned, they leave the room two hours later and Yami decides to skip his next (and last) class. It's just one absence, he tells himself as he grabs his sweater and keys. Seto's still sulking beside him but it isn't as much as he was before and Yami only smiles at him. Finds the sight adorable despite his boyfriend's protests.

"You don't have to worry. I'm not going to leave you, you know," Yami reasons for the fifth time.

"I know that."

"So why the sulking?"

They're already waiting in line for their orders to be taken when Seto turns to him. He sighs heavily like the world is on his shoulders and he gazes at Yami like he keeps making mistakes.

"It's just—"

"May I have your order?" The barista interrupts Seto's confession and Yami fights the urge to snap at him. He really, really wants to know what's bothering his boyfriend.

"Two cups of black coffee, please."

When they have their own seats, they stare at each other. The silence isn't exactly uncomfortable. But it's not exactly comfortable, either. It's in a standstill and Yami waits for Seto to continue.

Seto drops his gaze, allows his bangs to hide his eyes as he admits, "I don't like leaving you. It's terrible. I feel pathetic afterwards."

"But Seto, it's something you have to do, right?" Yami feels relieved that he's not the only one who feels like that. Yet. He isn't also going to make things difficult. "It's something we'll have to accustom ourselves to. No one ever said this kind of relationship's easy, Seto."

"I know that—it's, do you have any idea how miserable I am every time we say goodbye?"

Instead of answering, Yami leans and kisses him. The fact that they're in a public place should make him think twice but he ignores it. Not like they care, and he cradles Seto's face tenderly as he dips his head and deepens the kiss. He nearly spills his coffee and it's the warning that he gets before he breaks off, smiling and blushing as Seto looks at him intensely.

"There's nothing we can do about your business trips. But when we're together? Like right now? We can do something about this. So let's make the best of it, alright?"

Seto smiles at him at that, and in an instant Yami thinks he'd rather have this than not having Seto at all.

~*~*~*~*~

Before the day ends, Seto and Yami pass a pet shop and buy a small puppy with the coolest blue eyes ever. They smirk at each other.

"Kaiba, don't you dare—"

"This one's Ron."

"Ron?"

"Yeah, with the blue eyes and blond hair?"

Yami looks at him in exasperation before he laughs. Not again. Seto stares back, utterly confused before the former pharaoh pulls him into a tight hug.

"You're an awesome boyfriend, do you know that?"

"And the reason you're laughing is…?"

"Ron's the red-haired bloke. Malfoy's the one with the blue eyes, Seto."

"Oh."

"Yes. Oh."

Seto chuckles and kisses Yami's forehead.

When he leaves for London three days later, Seto calls Yami for at least ten times and there's nothing that he thinks about but:

He's not going to mess this up.