Yuugi pretended that he didn't see the way his friend rubbed his eyes or the sound of his voice. Just a dragon would not want to be reminded of a scar or old wound, so too would Kaiba not want him to notice any shreds of pain.

Even if his fingers itched to wipe that wetness away.

(Normal. A totally normal thing.)

"Take your time," Yuugi said, "I'd need to get it set up anyway. Mokuba, do you--"

Mokuba tried to hide his smirk, opting instead to give Yuugi a knowing smile that he seemed to pointedly ignore.

Oh.

Oh he wanted to show Seto that.

Where was the anxiety when Mokuba first puppy-eyed him into showing it off? When he told him his brother would love it? And he tripped over himself with so much embarrassment that he might as well have exploded?

Gone, apparently.

Just as he knew it would be.

He was already walking over to the stack of games, grabbing the unlabeled one.

"You're gonna love this, bro." He said instead. "Yuugi's been... you know what? I'll let him explain it."

Yuugi took the box and cradled it to his chest like a beloved child.

"It's... something I've been working on. A physical prototype of a game I designed."