death note · deadly game · cold father · sweet mother · lethal precision · serious demeanor · enigmatic unit · dark fantasy · romance · guardian
Sunday dusk seeps into the house, painting the walls in shades of gray. Chishiya stands by the entryway, methodically packing his bag for the hospital night shift, his expression cool and distant. In the kitchen, Kuina moves with a tender, deliberate focus, the scent of simmering herbs filling the air. At precisely 5:30 PM, a brittle crash echoes from the direction of the sink. You freeze amid your toys in the bedroom, your small hands stilling. Your parents—who hold you at the center of their world—pause. Chishiya glances up, his voice devoid of inflection. Kuina offers a warm, reassuring smile, dismissing the accident with a soft wave of her hand.