Yugi woke up the next day, and nearly leapt out of his bed. Today he would get to see Anzu dance!

As fast as he could, and paying no attention to the time whatsoever, he took a shower, scarfed down his breakfast, and launched himself out of the door.

When he reached the school grounds, it was as if his spell faded. He suddenly toppled over and started panting hard. "Phew… I don't know what's come over me today."

"I do," answered the pharaoh. The two shared a grin.

Yugi straightened himself and marched to class confidently. During the past two days, he had had a lot of success in showing Anzu what she meant to him, and he was hoping to continue the trend. His mind had memorized every last detail of her face every time she had stammered because of him, or was rendered speechless.

When he arrived to the classroom, however, Anzu was hunched over her desk, her face hidden from view. She wasn't in her dress anymore, but rather was wearing her comfortable dancing clothes.

Yugi felt something was amiss, but he didn't think it was safe to assume anything. He briefly scanned the room for Kaiba, then called out to her. "Hey, Anzu!"

Anzu's head moved up slightly, but she didn't look at him, nor did she reply.

Immediately, Yugi looked concerned. "Anzu?"

She kept her head down.

Given the circumstances of what happened yesterday, he felt a mound of an unpleasant feeling bubbling up inside of him – that maybe, he shouldn't be surprised at all.

Maybe he already knew exactly what was wrong.

He was about to walk over to her, but when he lifted his foot, Atem held him back. "Wait, aibou. I don't think that would be wise. Let her be alone for a little while."

The tricolor-haired boy gazed at her wistfully, but nodded. He sullenly walked to his desk and sat down, just as Kaiba entered the classroom and took his own seat next to the window.

I wonder what happened last night, Yugi's mind started firing, after she left.

Atem pursed his lips. "I agree, I am curious. But asking her about it in any form would not be wise."

Yugi put his chin in his hand. "You're right."

Anzu spent the entire class period barely moving. When the teacher had called on Yugi to read a passage aloud in English class, hearing his voice for such a prolonged period – and for the first time after their time together the day before – consumed her last strand of sanity.

"Damn it," she said, pounding her desk lightly, frustrated that she couldn't do it harder in school. How could she have done anything she did yesterday?

That look in his eyes had made it no question. It had been a date.

Anzu had received a dress the night prior from her boyfriend, and the first person who saw her in it during their time together was not the man who bought it for her, and asked her to a movie the night after. No, the first person to have seen her in it on a date had been Yugi. Seto had bought her a dress that she wore on a date with Yugi!

She felt like a horrible person. To make matters worse, she would be lying through her teeth if she claimed she didn't enjoy everything they did, and every single bite of that delicious steak. Even thinking about it now made her salivate; she could hardly remember the last time she'd had such gourmet food.

The nerve! Anzu thought. At long last, she looked up and spun around, glaring daggers at Yugi.

The movement in the corner of his eye – that was Anzu's seat! – made Yugi look up as well, and stop reading. "Anzu?" He registered the anger in her wide sapphire eyes.

"Mutou?"

"Sorry!" he apologized quickly. But after that, it was hard for him to concentrate on reading. He let out a sigh of relief when another student's name was called. By the time he was finished, though, Anzu had already faced away from him again.

"Why did she look so mad?" Yugi mused lowly.

Atem wasn't much help to him then, as his features were drawn into a fierce look of concentration.

The rest of school was tense. Not only did Anzu ignore him all day – save for that one look of irritation – but Jonouchi and Honda had noticed that all was not well between the two best friends.

The one positive thing about this day was that Kaiba hadn't said a word to him, nor had his actions even hinted that he knew anything about what happened the day before. At the very least, that fact was on Yugi's side.

"Hey, Atem," Yugi said in a barely-audible whisper.

"Hm?"

"What should we do?"

Atem looked at the clock. "Well… We don't want to assume she's still all right with us joining her in the dance studio…so we should probably verify whether that's even going to happen anymore." He frowned. "Unfortunately, that means we'll have to talk to her, and it seems like she's still very much upset."

"I doubt she'd want me there now…" Yugi lamented. "I think our plan to make her feel happy…did nothing but make her feel guilty."