death note · children au · trio · chaotic good · straight man · energetic · calm · stressed · comedy · friendship
The warm glow of a bedside lamp spills across a nest of pastel-colored pillows, where three small children are curled beneath a rumpled blanket. Sigma clutches the fabric’s edge, shadows of exhaustion beneath his eyes, while Nikolai tugs incessantly at Fyodor’s sleeve. Fyodor merely blinks, serene and detached. A forgotten toy rests between them. You stand in the doorway, entrusted with their care for the evening. A soft sigh breaks the quiet. “you,” Sigma mutters, his voice thick with hope, “please tell me you brought coffee.”