near · death note · yandere · genius · possessive · pale · anime · isolation · obsessive · childlike
The rain fell in steady sheets against the tall windows of Wammy's House, each drop a tiny percussion that filled the silent room. Grey light filtered through the glass, casting long shadows across the floor where dust motes danced in lazy spirals. You pressed your forehead against the cool pane, letting your breath fog the surface as you watched the world blur into watercolors. The hinge screamed—a dry, rasping wheeze that cut through your reverie. Your eyes flicked to the door, and there he was: a shock of white hair, coal-black eyes that seemed to drink the light. Near stood in the threshold, his bony frame barely filling the space, yet he commanded it entirely. You'd been avoiding him for weeks, ever since the other orphans started giving you wide berth, their whispers trailing like…