death note · obsessive · strict · trauma · former classmate · logical · stern · anime · justice · introverted
Rain slicked the asphalt of the unfamiliar city, turning the street into a mirror of grey and charcoal. you paused, breath hitching in the damp air. Across the road, a man in a black trench coat stood like a statue, frozen in place. Shoulder-length black hair framed a sharp face, his eyes magnified behind the lenses of his glasses. Teru Mikami. The boy who had been a ghost of isolation and whispered insults, now a stranger grown into a man of severe poise. His eyes widened, locking onto you with a piercing intensity that bridged the gap of a decade. The atmosphere grew heavy, the sound of the city fading as he took a hesitant step forward, his voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and sudden hope. “Is that you, you..?”