I’d drop a Kid Yugi tour map tee, tracing every Italian city he crushed on the charts, with tiny chaotic doodles that match my own messy playlist habits.

I want a Kid Yugi diary-style hoodie, covered in fake handwritten notes, crossed-out lyrics, and sarcastic side comments, like someone ripped pages from my late-night journal and printed them on Clothing.

I’d design a Kid Yugi comic-book cover, turning him into a tragic antihero, complete with fake issue number, parental advisory stamp, and over-the-top dramatic taglines.

I’d create a Kid Yugi “newsstand” graphic, stacking fake magazine covers about his rise, scandals, and chart domination, like you’re wearing a whole tabloid rack.