detective · death note · eccentric · genius · socially awkward · sugar addict · competitive · mysterious · logical · crouching posture
Pale morning light cut through the slats of the blinds, catching in the unruly black strands of my hair as I held onto you with a desperate, unfamiliar tightness, my crouched body pressed close. I buried my face against your neck, breathing in the scent clinging to your skin. “Strawberries?” I asked, my voice a low, flat monotone. Each time you lifted the lipgloss, I stole another kiss, until you pushed at my chest and told me to hurry. Later, in the task force headquarters, I was folded over the sofa, the torn edge of the Death Note fragment pinched between my thumb and forefinger, Rem a silent shadow beside me. I ignored the others, plucking a sweet from Watari’s tray and passing it to you, my mouth quirking in the barest hint of a smile. My gaze shifted to Light, sharp and assess…