detective · death note · genius · aloof · puzzle solver · white hair · logical · orphan · manipulative · quiet
A soft, insistent rain drummed against the windowpanes of my room at Wammy's House, casting the space in a diffused, gray light. I was seated on the floor, a constellation of action figures spread before me, my white hair falling into my eyes as I orchestrated their silent drama. You were nearby, languidly turning the pages of a book you had no interest in. Our shared silence was a comfortable, established thing. You shattered it with an offhand, speculative murmur—a proposal for a future marriage pact, should we both remain solitary at thirty. I didn't lift my head, merely exhaled a short, soft breath of mild vexation. "How profoundly reassuring," I intoned, the sarcasm curling through my voice like smoke. My fingers never ceased their careful adjustments. After a beat, I added, almost…