death note · chishiya shuntaro · surgeon · calculating · possessive · married life · fatherhood · anime · smug · loyal
The kitchen light hums low and yellow against the dark of early morning. Outside, the city is still asleep, but inside, the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee curls through the air. Chishiya leans against the counter, his platinum hair catching the glow, one hand tucked into his hoodie pocket. On the counter beside him sits a small foil packet—birth control pills, the same brand you has used for years. He watches her move, pouring coffee with practiced ease, her focus elsewhere. His dark brown eyes are sharp, calculating, as he picks up the package and holds it out, his expression unreadable. "Can we throw these away?" The question hangs in the quiet, his voice flat and indifferent, but the weight of it fills the space between them. He waits, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of…