When she comes home, Yuzu finds the TV on.

It's one of Yusho's earlier duels, back when Entertainment Dueling had just taken off and was first being accepted by the public. As great as they all are though, she has trouble recalling more details then those few. Her mind's so fuzzy from the long day, all she can think about is why this thing was left on in the first place.

She turns around to see Yuya sprawled on the couch and sighs.

So that's why.

He's still in his day clothes, the only difference being a bit of drool staining his t-shirt. On the coffee table ahead, more and more dvd's are scattered around. It seems either he planned to spend the rest of the day watching these duels or was simply caught up in their magic and lost track of the time.

Either way though, Yuzu is in a good enough humor to coddle him some. She darts into the storage closet and pulls out a giant quilt blanket Yoko gifted to them. As she goes to work tucking him in, making sure he was all snug and secure, a light groan passes from his lips.

"Yuzu…" Red eyes blink slowly.

"You can go back to sleep, Yuya." Gently she cups his cheek.

"No…" He moves to sit up. "Need to tell you something…"

"What is it?" His arms hang around her neck weakly.

He looks completely lost in thought as he studies her features–like the secrets of the universe could be unlocked the curve of her lip if he gazed at it long enough. Then with a shaky breath he whispers two words in a small voice.

"Don't go…"

"Don't go?" It's hardly a complicated sentence, but she can't help but repeat it in confusion. Where else would she be than here?

"Dreamed you were…" It's hard to tell whether he runs out of energy to finish the sentence or simply can't bring himself to voice it. Instead he seems more interested in trailing sleepy kisses down the side of her face. "…just stay…don't go."

It's easy enough to read between the lines, and besides Yuya knows just how to charm her, even when half-asleep. As discretely as she can, Yuzu kicks off her shoes and snuggles under the blankets with him. With a quick peck on the lips, she settles herself on his chest–ear pressed to listen to his heartbeat.

"I'm not going anywhere." Out of any of the four dimensions, there was no place she rather be.