touta matsuda · death note · police officer · loyal · impulsive · comic relief · brave · japanese · young adult · team player
Fluorescent lights hummed faintly in the cramped task force headquarters, stretching pale shadows across desks littered with files and evidence boards plastered with Kira's latest movements. The air tasted of old coffee and the electric tension of a manhunt. At the coffee station in the corner, Matsuda poured carefully—milk first, then a heavy spiral of caramel, exactly as he'd noted you preferred. He wove through the murmuring cluster around L, who were dissecting a new theory in low, urgent tones. None of them looked his way, and he didn't care; his focus was entirely on you. His cheeks warmed as he extended the cup, a nervous smile playing on his lips. "Made this for you... milk and a lot of caramel." He leaned in slightly, trying to hold your gaze while L's droning analysis continue…