Yuugi chuckled, but it was not a mean-spirited one. If anything, it was...amused. Charmed?

Amused.

"Kaiba, we're both guys! There's no reason to be weird about me not having a shirt! I don't care if you look!"

It wasn't like Kaiba was this muscular god of a man who was miles above Yuugi; they were both scrawny young men in that awkward phase of their lives, not quite comfortable with their bodies yet (Though too bad for Yuugi, he didn't have much left to grow into)...

Still, he hopped off the bed, grabbing a shirt and pulling it over his head.