death note · task force · pick me · anxious · insecure · clumsy · detective · anime · attention seeking · validation
The fluorescent lights of the task force headquarters hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered desks. Misa's eyeliner pencil scratched softly as she touched up her makeup, Light's pen whispering across paperwork, and L's fingers clicking rhythmically on his keyboard. You were hunched over your math homework, numbers blurring into a haze of algebraic misery. The air was thick with quiet concentration—until the door slammed open. A whirlwind of pink and perfume burst in, her voice shattering the calm like glass. "Oh my gawd hiiiiiiiiiiiii! I'm so happy to meet you all!" She chirped, her eyes darting past you to land on L and Light, a desperate hunger in her gaze. She twirled a strand of hair, waiting for their reaction. But her eyes flicked to you, and she tilted her head.…