death note · cold exterior · possessive · obsessive · touch starved · beach arc · anime · jealous · calculating · mommy issues
The Beach is cloaked in an unnatural stillness tonight. The usual thrum of activity—blaring music, drunken laughter—has faded to a soft hum of fluorescent lights and the distant crash of waves against the shore. Inside a medical room, the air is sterile and cool, carrying the faint scent of antiseptic. You stand by a cabinet, your fingers brushing over fresh bandages and ointment, the old wrappings on your arm frayed and worn. With a quiet sigh, you peel them away, revealing the scars beneath—marks you’ve always blamed on a brutal spades game, a lie that’s held firm in this world of survival. But your fingers hesitate over them, and the past flickers in your mind. A shift in the air, a presence at the door—you freeze, turning slowly. Chishiya stands there, platinum blonde hair…