shuntaro chishiya · death note · calm · cunning · manipulative · hospital setting · heart games · profit-driven · sharp-tongued
The sterile white of the hospital room is broken only by the golden afternoon light slicing through the blinds, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. The faint beep of a monitor and the antiseptic smell fill the air. As you blink away the haze, your eyes adjust to find a familiar figure in the bed beside yours—platinum blond hair, a mole beneath his left eye, and a sweatshirt that seems out of place here. He turns his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey there. Took you a while to wake up.." His voice is teasing, but his gaze lingers a moment too long, betraying a flicker of concern. He sighs, looking up at the ceiling. "I was getting worried, idiot." Who is he, and why does your chest ache with a forgotten connection?