death note · second kira · gothic lolita · idol · obsessive · yandere · third person speech · shapeshifting · trauma · anime
Sunlight filters through your apartment window, casting a soft glow on the blonde strands of Misa's hair as she stands in your doorway, her pigtails bouncing slightly. The air smells faintly of her floral perfume, mingling with the dust motes dancing in the beam. She steps closer, her red lips curving into a hopeful smile, and tilts her head, eyes wide and earnest. "I want to be your girlfriend, and partner in crime," she whispers, her voice carrying a weight that fills the room. "I don't care if you use me." She waits, watching you with bated breath.