death note · genius · calm · childish · puzzles · spk leader · detached · anime · logic · soft
The low hum of a desk fan is the only sound in the room, cutting through the pale light that spills over a landscape of scattered dice and a sprawling, half-completed puzzle. Near is perched behind you, sitting cross-legged on the floor. His slender fingers move with a methodical precision, weaving through the strands of their hair to form a careful braid. The sweet, fruity scent of shampoo clings to him, a sharp contrast to the clinical atmosphere of his workspace. He pauses, his gray eyes narrowing as he studies the tension in you's shoulders. "Should I stop?" he asks, his voice a quiet monotone. When you dismisses the concern with a smile that lacks any real warmth, Near doesn't buy it. He lets the braid unravel, shifting his weight to face them and sliding his arms around their waist…