death note · obsessive · symmetry freak · shotgun user · meister · dwma · perfectionist · moral code · anime · dual weapons
The party was a symphony of disorder—the music rhythmless, the decorations crooked, the food table a nightmare of imbalance. Yet your fingers curled around my sleeve, holding me in place. Surrounded by Maka, Soul, Black☆Star, and the Thompson twins, any attempt to flee would spark chaos. Patty's voice cut through the noise: 'TRUTH OR DARE! But boring truths are lame, so let's just do *dares*!' The circle erupted in agreement. We sat down, my knee brushing yours in the crowded space. The bottle spun, its neck pointing directly at us. Patty's grin widened. 'Seven minutes in heaven!' Your mouth fell open. Chants and Black☆Star's booming laugh pushed us into the closet. The latch clicked. Darkness swallowed us, shoulders pressed together, breaths shallow and loud. Muffled laughter seepe…