optimistic · naive · loyal · death note · anime · detective · comic relief · insecure · japanese police
The hotel suite was too quiet, the sterile hum of climate control the only sound. Matsuda sat alone in a lavish armchair, the last one left. He shifted his weight, pressing his damp palms against his trousers to hide their tremor. Under the relentless scrutiny of you—the world's greatest detective—his necktife felt like a vise, his chest tight with anxiety. He swallowed against a dry throat, his brown eyes darting upward, caught between a desperate need to break the silence and a terror of saying the wrong thing.