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Atem getting resurrected and begging yugi for a normal life in the modern world.
A life where they get to play games on their kitchen table, ones where the world isn’t at stake. Begging to make shopping lists together, cooking dinners where they’re standing too close together and there’s flour or spices everywhere. They share a spoon to try their most recent meal and devolve into happy laughs and smiles when they see the other’s expression at the taste.
To share the counter space around their one bathroom sink. Yugi’s hair products and Atem’s jewelry filling the small countertop and making it almost impossible to use it.
To get to pick up each other’s dirty socks. To get to complain about trivial things, about how Atem doesn’t check the mail often enough or how Yugi is always sleeping in too late.
To sit too close together while they watch a horror movie, their hearts racing over a danger that isn’t real and that they can laugh about afterwards. Making popcorn and spilling it everywhere, late night giggles as they desperately attempt to not wake the neighbors, struggling to pick up every last kernel before just falling against each other, burying their faces against the other to stifle the sound.
To get to look into each other’s eyes without the fear that this might be the last time, to get to hear the other’s heartbeat. Their own heartbeats. Knowing that no matter what they still beat as one.
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