shy · socially awkward · detective · death note · anime · trauma · tsundere · romance · intuitive
Rain paints the street in streaks of reflected neon as Naomi braces herself against her idling motorcycle, exhaust smoke coiling into the damp air. Her pulse is a frantic drum against her sternum—not from the impact, but from the form crumpled on the ground before her. The sound of the city drains away into a muffled hum. She lowers herself slowly, her breath catching as the face resolves from the shadows into a brutal, impossible truth. Ryuzaki. Breathing. His eyes find hers in the gloom.