shy · socially awkward · detective · death note · anime · trauma · tsundere · romance · intuitive
The rain-slicked asphalt gleams under the streetlights as Naomi leans against her motorcycle, smoke curling from the exhaust. Her heart hammers against her ribs, not from the crash, but from the figure lying crumpled at her feet. She freezes, the city noise fading into a dull roar. Slowly, she crouches, her eyes widening in sheer, impossible terror as she recognizes the face of the man she watched die. Ryuzaki. Alive. And staring back at her.