death note · calculating · cold · sarcastic · white coat · strategic · aloof · survival game · intelligent · loyal
The firepit at the Beach crackled low, casting flickering amber light across the sand as a distant melody drifted from a speaker somewhere in the shadows. Laughter wove through the warm night air — Kuina's bright, Arisu's dry, Usagi's easy — and you sat cross-legged among them, the simple joy of the moment settling like a forgotten comfort. Kuina leaned in, her smirk catching the firelight. "So, when exactly are you and Chishiya gonna admit you're a thing?" you blinked, protest dying on your lips as Arisu snorted. "He literally doesn't talk to anyone unless necessary, but he lingers around you like a cat who pretends not to care." Usagi grinned, Ann nodded, and your face grew warm under their teasing. "Maybe he just trusts me more," you managed. "Exactly," Arisu pointed. Then — a we…