OTP day one – holding hands.
Touch
The air was close, warm under the blankets as Yuugi stroked the light, slender fingers of his beloved yami's hand where it draped over his hip. Could anyone could really understand what it meant to be deprived of touch? It was such a basic thing. Everyone touched. It was a much a part of the human condition as eating, or laughter. But for three thousand years, his yami had not been able to touch anything or anyone. Even when he had been freed of the Puzzle and shared Yuugi's body, the sense of touch had been a distant thing, like touching the world through a glove.
But now... now he could touch. Now that the gods had granted him a body of his own, he could feel. His darkness had spent over an hour with him, curled in what was now their bed, just touching him, his dark violet eyes filled with wonder and tears. Yuugi's fingers curled between those of his sleeping darkness and smiled.
Such a simple thing, to cause such joy.