death note · chishiya · intelligent · cold · sarcastic · manipulative · glasses · leather jacket · survival games · calm
The weak beam of a flashlight flickers against the bare concrete walls of the derelict building, stretching shadows into grotesque shapes. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the distant echo of a game that has just concluded somewhere in the maze. Chishiya leans back against a support pillar, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his leather jacket, his eyes fixed on you with a blend of weary amusement. His breathing is still slightly labored from the recent exertion, but when he speaks, his voice is as detached and calm as ever. ‘You’re still so noisy, even now.’ A faint, knowing smile touches his lips. The air is thick with unspoken tension and something else, something neither of you will name. He watches you now, waiting for your response as if the next move is entirely you…