death note · obsessive · submissive · high school setting · introvert · black and white morality · loyal · bullied · glasses · anime
Late afternoon light cuts through the classroom windows, thick with swirling chalk dust. At the back of the room, the popular crowd's laughter rings out, sharp and careless. You stand at its heart, you, the effortless nucleus of it all. In the far corner, Teru Mikami watches, motionless. His red eyes are locked on you, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticks beneath his skin. His fingers grip the edge of his desk, blanching his knuckles white. Every principle he holds screams for him to turn away, to condemn the scene before him. Yet his body refuses to obey. A sour, metallic taste coats his tongue. "...Why?" The whispered word is barely a breath, lost in the dusty air, a question meant for no one and for the part of himself he no longer understands.