Notes: I wrote this a while ago on Tumblr (as an impromptu bout of Wishshipping while I was sleep deprived, according to the tags on the post), and I figured I'd go ahead and upload it here. It's canon compliant, and Yuugi's dialogue is taken from the manga. Specifically, it's a slightly more accurate translation of the Japanese raw than what VIZ gave us, translated by both myself and a very good friend of mine who is an official translator with N1 certification in Japanese (i.e., she is fluent).

Enough

Yuugi thinks that if he was going to live to remember it, that he would remember everything about this moment: The caress of the sea breeze, humid and gentle, against his skin; the crisp scent of the sea and water worn wood enveloping him; the cries of far-off gulls and the sound of mild ocean waves lapping against the pier, almost loud enough to drown out the sound of the steadily ticking timer; and the way the setting sun glints off Jounouchi's golden hair, the way Jounouchi stares at him from across the pier, his brown eyes wide and confused but blessedly, unmistakably him.

If he was going to live past this, Yuugi knows he would remember every thud of his own numbered heartbeats, would remember the exact way Jounouchi's voice broke as he screamed for Yuugi to live over the roar of Death Meteor, would remember exactly how he felt as he—no one else, but Yuugi himself—won Jounouchi's heart back.

He won't live past this, he knows. But that's okay, because Jounouchi will. Yuugi will die, but Jounouchi will survive, and that . . . that's enough.

"Jounouchi-kun," Yuugi says, and much in the same way the earth can't help turning, he can't help the way his throat chokes up a little, or the way tears sting at his eyes, or the way a smile breaks across his face. Because Jounouchi will live—Yuugi saved him, he will live, and Yuugi still has time to say what he needs to. For all that, Yuugi can't stop smiling. "You taught me that I wasn't alone, and you gave me courage . . ." Courage that he was using now, no matter who else was there to witness what he was about to say. "You're my most precious friend."

From across the pier, it almost looks like Jounouchi is shaking; his eyes are wide, and his mouth opens soundlessly around what looks like Yuugi's name on his lips.

"Jounouchi-kun . . ." Yuugi huffs a little laugh, tears slipping down his cheeks, and he feels lighter, stronger, and more sure of himself than he ever has as he says, "I love you!"

For a moment, Jounouchi is stunned. His expression is a maelstrom of emotion—of confusion and wonder and joy and burgeoning heartbreak all at once. If he wasn't going to die, Yuugi thinks, he would forever remember that, too—would remember the sudden brightness in Jounouchi's eyes and the color in his cheeks when Yuugi confessed that he loved him.

But he won't, and that's okay, because this—this is enough.

"Spirit's Mirror," he says, and he makes his voice louder as he does, stronger—gives it the power he needs to command the card.

"Wait," Jounouchi says, and his voice resembles a desperate plea far more than a command. "Stop! Don't do this!"

Unfortunately, Yuugi knows he can't afford to listen. "Use the Death Meteor to attack me!"

"YUUGI!"

Jounouchi's anguished scream is the last thing Yuugi hears before the Death Meteor crashes into him, but even as his knees buckle and he collapses against the spongy wood of the pier, he still knows in his heart of hearts that he made the exact right decision.