redraw of that one panel from the arcv manga with special creative liberties taken.
did you know in the original japanese version of the manga, yuri speaks almost entirely in keigo, where it's extremely polite and courteous. it's different from his more casual and demeaning "treats everyone the same" speech pattern in the anime. however, one of the few times he purposely uses a rude and vulgar speech pattern (even worse than yugo's, in fact) is during this line. the more you know!
Why answer one day-prompt with bambooshipping when you could answer tw--
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty--
SLAM.
“Yuuya! When are we gonna have our du--”
As Shuin’in Sora came hurtling into the living room shouting at max volume, he got an unpleasant surprise: Kachidoki Isao was glaring at him from the couch, where he’d been bent over Yuuya as though he were about to kiss him, holy shit--
“--ack! What’re you doing? This living room is public space, you know!”
“You are disturbing Yuuya’s sleep,” Kachidoki said smoothly, slowly and without any warmth. “Go play somewhere else. I’ll send him to see you when he wakes up. Or not.”
Sora pouted, but he was a little unsettled by the older duelist, even after having known him for a few years. He left with much less fanfare.
Alone again at last with his longtime boyfriend, Kachidoki let out a groan and sported a pout of his own.
Damn it! Forgot which eyelash cluster I stopped at. Now I’ve got to start all over.
Ever since Yuuya started his mid-math homework-nap a few hours ago, Kachidoki had been taking advantage of the peace and quiet to count his boyfriend’s eyelashes. Once when they were out for their customary rainbow sherbet ice cream, Yuuya had claimed that he had a whopping 232 upper eyelashes on each eye. When Kachidoki snorted and asked him to prove it, he’d just laughed and insisted that he couldn’t count them all efficiently; better if his partner did it while he was asleep.
Perhaps he expected the suggestion to startle him, but Kachidoki was undaunted. Watching his boyfriend sleep was no challenge; closely studying him was no hardship. As he prepared to start over, he carefully mussed Yuuya’s red and green hairs together before pushing them off his forehead and out of his way for the recount.
The next thing he knew, Yuuya was prodding him awake.
Wait.
Awake?! Shit.
“Isao, wake up. I’ve gotta know!”
“Knowha’?” he grumbled, trying to remember what he’d fallen asleep in the middle of. It seemed so important at the time.
“Isao, how many eyelashes do I have? You were supposed to be counting!”
Oh! He’d drifted off counting those things. The last number that he remembered saying was 121, but who knew? “Lost track. Doesn’t matter.”
“Doesn’t matter?” Yuuya whined. “Come on, I even went back to sleep after Sora busted in here, and that was hard to pull off!”
Kachidoki just responded by pulling the overexcited entertainer into a close cuddle, and resting their heads together. His voice was still groggy and rough, but firm as ever. “Don’t care, Yuuya. I’m tired. Count later; sleep now.”
“But--! Oh okay fine, I’ll just count yours for you later instead. Night.”
“Zzzz.”
“I’m home!”
Sakaki Yoko’s shout got no answer--not even from Yuzu or Sora, the two munchkins most likely to be galloping around like they lived here too. She was puzzled at first, until she made it to the living room to see why.
Yuuya was fast asleep on the couch, curled around his cute-but-still-heavily-mom-screened boyfriend Kachidoki Isao. It looked like they had been out for hours--yep, sure enough, there was Yuuya’s unfinished math homework on the floor.
Yoko snapped a quick pic of them, chuckling, then moved to make dinner and prepare for the fallout tomorrow after school. Kachidoki might look adorable with her son under soft light, but even he couldn’t convince Yuuya to turn his stuff in on time.