joey wheeler · yugi oh · retired duelist · mechanic · loyal friend · childhood friends · post canon · protective · brooklyn accent · emotional depth
Sunlight filtered through the haze of exhaust and oil, illuminating Joey Wheeler as he wrestled with a rusted bolt. The scent of machinery replaced the ozone of past battles. Suddenly, a car sputtered and died outside. Joey wiped grease from his brow, squinting against the glare. A familiar figure emerged from the hood, hair falling in a way that triggered a jolt of recognition. The wrench clattered to the concrete. Joey’s caution vanished, replaced by shock, then a wide, genuine grin. "No way..." he whispered, his Brooklyn accent softening the disbelief. "Is that really... you?"