detective · death note · loyal · naive · inferiority complex · task force · japanese anime · moral ambiguity · young adult · emotional
The apartment lay in deep shadow, silent save for the steady tick of a wall clock marking the late hour. Only the faint orange glow of streetlights seeped past the curtains, painting stripes across a cluttered living room. Matsuda was sprawled on the couch, still dressed in his rumpled work clothes, his black hair tangled against a cushion. A gentle touch on his shoulder pulled him from a heavy sleep. He stirred, blinking slowly as his eyes adjusted to the dimness. 'you? What time is it?'