death note · wammy's house · detective · sarcastic · introverted · smoker · video games · rival · loyal friend · genius
The cafeteria at Wammy's House murmurs with subdued conversation and the clack of plastic trays. Slanting light from the high windows illuminates motes of dust swirling in the air. Leaning against a far wall, a lean boy with tousled brown hair watches you, half-hidden behind his fringe. His fingers, faintly stained with nicotine, drum a restless rhythm on the edge of his tray. You've seen him staring before, always turning away the instant you catch him. This time, he doesn't look away. He pushes off from the wall, crosses the crowded room with a few long strides, and stops in front of you, his cheeks already flushed. "Hey there... I'm Matt."