#and then HE should have had the Matsuda moment in the finale!!

[demo-ness]

i forgot to say, we finished watching death note yesterday!

it's so much different to watch as an adult instead of a dA middle schooler. the second half was still bad though

[sunny-mercya]

Tonight in Japan!

Matsuda Jinpei x Male Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

Masterlist | Related OS | Based Song |

This summer night had been particularly warm, rough even per se to the body—creating more heatstrokes and collapses within a short span of time than a paramedic could count on their fingers, without having a stroke on their own—and yet the streets and clubs are still buzzing with excitement and joyful moments of life.

Kenji Hagiwara—while being in one of these clubs with the others to celebrate and despite air conditioning being on full blast, there's still a building warmth in there—had a dilemma like no one else and musing at the bar, with a good cooled glas of Peppermint-tonic, through his thoughts about and how he's gonna approach this sort of problem like situation—as he is the one who had to figure it out and solve this—without either of involved persons (and himself) getting much emotional damage from it.

Kenji should be on the dancefloor, like the rest of his friends—or at least two of them as the other two sulking around the bar (just like him, in a sort of sense)—dancing with some pretty girl, but that thought he immediately crossed out when Kenji saw how you, his younger brother, getting more and more uncomfortable—nervous and close to panic even—on the dancefloor as you tried to get more distance between yourself and a man—and Kenji narrowed his eyes, ready to start a fistfight if needed to, but sighed in relief when Jinpei got up from his seat and—after positioning himself like a bodyguard and exchanging a few words—dragged you back next to Kenji.

And here starts Kenji's dilemma; see, problem one, Jinpei—his best friend since childhood—had recently admitted to him, that he does likes you—his younger precious brother—and would, with Kenji's blessing, ask you out for a date—if Jinpei wouldn't be so damn stubborn and towering boarding towards you.

Just thinking back to it, how Jinpei likes to always tower behind you—whenever you go with him and Kenji somewhere into the city—and glaring menacingly threatening, behind his sunglasses, at every man who comes remotely close to you, gives Kenji a headache.

Jinpei is already acting like a boyfriend to you, he just wouldn't admit it and doesn't make any final move.

Problem two, you too have admitted—long ago and after screaming in anger at Jinpei for being such a unnecessary idiotic asshole towards you—that you have a crush on Jinpei—and although also having said to Kenji once that Rei looks handsome (and Kenji is sure you had developed once a small crush on Rei as well)—but in the same breath of sentence, you pessimistically said you didn't have a chance with Jinpei at all and looked rather dejected and gloomy.

And problem three, Kenji also knew that Rei was crushing on you as well—but those feelings of his friend would be unrequited, because after Rei once had said—rather loudly and with too much enthusiasm—just how pretty this one girl, which had passed by them during another nights out dinner, had been—your crush on Rei had quickly, pessimistically dejected again, dissolved into nothing but friendship like affection.

So all of this together, had created today's headache pounding dilemma—which Kenji had to waste, on his own accords, on tonights fun times.

Sighing, Kenji takes another sip from his drink, before turning to you and asking if you're feeling okay—you only nodded at him and once the next song had started, which makes you perk up when hearing the first beat of the melody, you were already moving toward the dancefloor once more.

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Jinpei's glare deepened, when he saw that penetrating man—definitely in the age range of could be your father or even grandpa—moving closer and closer towards you, hands brushing against your ass every so often and Jinpei was damn sure he saw that man groping on it too.

The anger of Jinpei, in contrast to Kenji's protectiveness like wrath—which had visibly telltale signs, like the tighten grip on the glas, jaw clenched and the narrowed eyes into a scowling grimace—was much more passive, but at the same time just as wrathful as Kenji.

So with evermore irksome bubbling up in him, Jinpei had decided—before Kenji would actually start a fistfight, although that's more Jinpei's agenda of doing—to tell that stranger to kindly fuck off and making it clear that you're already (unofficially) taken.

Getting up from the stool, discarding his bottle of beer for a momentarily minute, Jinpei—with menacing glare of a sneer—was making his way towards the dancefloor, looking as looming as ever with his height and some people already scurrying away by the sight of him.

»Oi! I advise to leave my friend alone and fuck off somewhere else.«

»Jin.« you said warningly—as you didn't wanted Jinpei nor Kenji, because your brother does look, from how you could tell from afar, just as pissed as Jinpei—although relieved to have him here now.

For a while, when the stranger came and asked you out for a dance, you had tried to ignore him—moving through the crowd of people on the dancefloor in hope of loosing the man—but he keeps following you and while you had told him many times »No.« and asked—even politely—to leave you alone, he just wouldn't stop and keeps pestering you—coming closer and so much closer that he touched you on places, you didn't be want to from a stranger.

»And why should I?« the stranger ask reeking already of too much booze and cigarette smoke, making attempts—with his sweaty dirty hands—to reach for you.

»Because if you don't,« Jinpei started—voice audibly dropping an octave deeper in the darkened tone of threatening—arm going around your waist and pulling you close to him—moving your head in such direction, that your view had been set towards the bar and Kenji.

»I will arrest you for sexual harassment and this means two months worth of Jail.«

The stranger scoffed, muttering unpleasant words about you under his breath, before scurrying off quickly.

Pursing your lips, you looked at Jinpei unimpressed—using the authority voice, which Kenji also likes to use on you whenever you're doing something remotely dangerous dumb, was just a mature move of your crush friend before you break out into a small smile.

»Thank you, Jin,« a sigh of utter relief came from your lips immediately, after you said the words of thankfulness—body going relaxed loose once again, closing your eyes for a moment and letting your head rest on Jinpei's shoulder.

»Anytime. Now c'mon, sunshine, let's get back to the bar or dear Kenny really gonna brother feral, he also gonna buy you a cola.«

~~~

After reassuring your brother that you're indeed fine, thanks to Jinpei—having to drink the whole glas of Cola for Kenji's sake of reassurance—and that he hasn't to be worried anymore, you made your way towards Rei.

Ever since you all had gotten inside the club, Rei had not once been on the dancefloor—looking so upsetting beat, that it makes you worried for your friend, after all coming here tonight was meant to be a good time of carefree happiness.

»Hey, Rei, why so sad? Shouldn't you be dancing like the rest of us?«

»I'm not feeling the mood to dance tonight, [Name].«

»Why?«

»Because I realised that the person my heart beats for, is now out of reach....« and Rei would be dammed if he ever confesses to you, that you're the person whose out of reach for him—especially when Rei had saw how close you and Jinpei had been—and leaving a gaping hole in his heart, where all his love seemed to vanish into steams of air.

»And? Since when does that stop you? Don't let this person be the doom of your happiness. C'mon! Love is everywhere, you just have to find the right one! Now, if you decide to come and dance, you know where to find me Rei-chan,« bopping Rei's nose, before going back to dance—the next song being one of your favourite.

Rei watches how you walked away, body already moving in swing to the beat of the song—and Rei knew you're right, it's just you're part of his happiness, but he isn't part of yours.

Glancing towards Jinpei, Rei came to an final decision.

~~~

If it weren't for Rei, his friend—who had gone to him and said something along the lines of, if you stubborn dumbass don't make a move on [Name], you will lose him forever—Jinpei would probably never had gone back to the dance floor and ask you to be his boyfriend.

And neither would Jinpei—although he does possess enough of, close to arrogance even, such trait—have the confidence to dance with you.

But here Jinpei was, having you as his boyfriend—dancing to your favourite heart desiring song—and being the luckiest man in Japan.

[lumiolivier]

Good Boy

Day 11 of 31 of Kinktober

Prompt: Praise kink

Word Count: 543

Just a couple of good boys at the task force.

It was another morning at task force headquarters.  No one was overly enthusiastic to be there, but it was still early.  Everyone who lived in the building had made their way down to the main room with coffees in hand and maybe some semblance of breakfast.  But one still slept soundly upstairs while everyone filtered in.  Regardless, L sat at his desk, his face buried in the monitors, but his eyes bouncing all over the room.  Where is he?  You should be down here by now.  Should I call him?  Should I send Watari for him?  Should I just drag him down here myself?

“Find anything?” Soichiro glanced over the monitors from over L’s shoulder.  L wasn’t a big fan of the proximity, but he’d manage the brief moment of discomfort.

“Not quite,” L droned, “You?”

“Not really,” Soichiro sighed out, “When do we get to admit we’re at a dead end?”

“When we’re actually at a dead end,” L dropped another sugar cube in his coffee.  Only to realize his cup was empty.  This day is already hell, “Mr. Matsuda?”

“Hmm?” Matsuda perked up like a dog that just heard the word treat.  Or outside, “Yeah?  You call for me, Ryuzaki?”

“I need you to do something very important for me,” L told him.

“You can count on me!” Matsuda chirped.  Finally.  A chance to prove myself useful to the task force, “What do you need?”

L handed him his empty cup, “Go get me another cup of coffee.”

“Oh…” Matsuda’s go getter energy plummeted, “Yeah.  Sure.  No problem.”

“Good boy,” L sent him off without another thought.

And yet, Matsuda felt his heart skip a beat.  He bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling.  I’m not sure where that came from, but…That could happen again.  Regardless, Matsuda went on a coffee run for the task force while L went back to the monitors.  Just as Matsuda left, Light’s tired feet shuffled down the stairs, “Morning, everyone.”

“Good morning, Light,” Soichiro waved behind him, “A late start?”

“A late night,” Light admitted, “Sorry.  I was up late last night working.”

“You sure were, Light,” L nodded, remembering last night fondly, “You were doing great, too.  You really have come into your own since joining up with us.  I’m so proud.”

“Uh-huh,” Light had a tight grip on the arm of his chair, doing his best to keep himself under control.  What the hell…?

L noticed Light’s sudden shift in his seat while everyone else got back to work.  And it made him smile.  Hmm…Didn’t realize that would’ve happened.  It got L thinking, “Mr. Yagami, could I ask you a question?”

“I suppose so,” Soichiro nodded, rolling his seat next to L, “What’s on your mind?”

“When he was younger,” L asked, “Did you regularly tell Light you were proud of him?”

“Of course, I did,” Soichiro looked at him strangely, “But I also made sure he continued that momentum.  Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.” So, that’s where it comes from, “Light?”

“Yeah?” Light braced himself for whatever may come out of L’s mouth next.

“Could I see you privately?” L requested, already on his way to the conference room, “I have an experiment I’d like to try…”

[dearestones]

Guppy Love (Matsuda Touta x Reader)

Warnings: Fluff. 

Anonymous Request: Hii Devin!!! I hope this isn’t too much trouble for you, but um I was wondering if you could write a fluffy Matsuda x Reader where they go on a aquarium date, if that’s okay with you of course heh~

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It wasn’t often that Touta was available to go out on dates with you. For a few years now, you knew that he was working as a detective for a high profile case, high enough that you knew that the job paid well—almost too well—but you were always worried that something would happen. You weren’t quite sure what that “something” was, but the fear that someday you would find out that your partner was in trouble or worse was frightening and induced a dread so overwhelming, you couldn’t sleep. So, it was surprising when Touta told you that he requested a few days off.

When you asked, he only gave you a small smile and reminded you that he had to take a few breaks once in a while, right? Considering that you knew Touta couldn’t talk too in depth about his work and that he had never lied to you in the past, you chose to accept it. More likely than not, maybe it was because you knew your partner was working himself to the bone for a case you thought was not going anywhere. The most that you could get out of him was that this case had been ongoing for a few years now and that there were very few leads. Furthermore, he had said that it was possible that maybe the case could never be solved. 

For a man who was optimistic like Touta, you did not expect such a disheartening response. 

If this were any other man, another man who did not have such a dangerous job like your partner, you would have pushed a little harder. Yet, you trusted Touta. 

And it wasn’t a common occurrence that you could spend the day with him. 

“For how long will you be free?” You asked. At that moment, you were pouring your partner some freshly brewed tea, the scent of the beverage filling your nose and calming your senses. “We should make plans.”

“What a coincidence!” Before you could ask him what he meant, Touta pulled out a little brochure from the inner pocket of his blazer. Although crumpled, you could clearly see from the logo and bold coloring, you saw that it was an advertisement for the opening of a—

“Oh my gosh!” 

You nearly dropped the cup full of steaming tea on the dining table as you leaned over to grab at the glossy paper. Playfully, Touta moved the brochure out of your reach before looking pointedly at your lips. Feigning annoyance, you planted the sloppiest, wettest kiss on his cheek before making the grabby hand motion at the brochure. 

“Gimme!”

Touta rolled his eyes. “I can tell that the idea of going to this place is far more appealing than kissing me.”

“Oh, most definitely.”

It was at that point that he finally relinquished his hold on the brochure and you finally got a good look at it. Right away, you were able to identify the logo of an aquarium opening that was only one train ride away and if you were lucky, you could spend the entire afternoon with your lover there. 

“Can we—?”

There was no need to ask, Touta was already at the door, wallet in hand and a smile on his face. 

“As long as you’re okay with the tea getting cold.”

No. No, you weren’t okay with the tea getting cold. Instead, you poured all of the tea in the biggest thermos you had before joining Touta at the door. Together, the both of you stepped out and began hurrying towards the aquarium. 

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The thing that you loved most about your partner was that he was more of an action oriented sort of person. Instead of just lying around in wait, he wanted to get things done. Whether this was to make sure that criminals were locked behind bars or making sure that there was enough groceries at home, you knew that Touta wasn’t one for long term planning. Therefore, you expected him to be spontaneous to a fault, which often led to him getting caught up in all sorts of dangerous hijinks that you only knew about because you pressed too hard at times. He was reckless and impulsive, but sometimes, those traits resulted in positive outcomes.

In this case, you were more than amazed that you and Touta managed to get to the aquarium just in time a little after the afternoon rush. Gone were the groups of school children who would explore the curious world of sea creatures and young couples who wanted to spend time with their lovers. No, it was mainly older people who wanted to observe and some of the younger families who wanted to entertain their young children. 

Perfect, you thought. It was all perfect.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had a romantic date.” 

You held Touta’s hand as the both of you strolled towards one of the bigger fish tanks where the entire wall was made of glass. Behind the protective layer of glass, an entire ecosystem was thriving. Behind some of the plants and the fake structures that posed as hiding places for the sea creatures, you could see the flash of a tail or the wiggling of appendages. It took a moment, but before long, you were greeted with an entire school of fish swimming right in front of your eyes. 

“Then, it’s a good thing that I got this planned out.” He leaned a little against your back, his nose tickling your nose and his arms holding you tight around your waist. 

It was the sort of hold that you would usually experience in the privacy of your home, and even then, it was few and far in between because he spent so much time at work. To have him embrace you like this was relieving and affirmed the bond you felt in your shared relationship. 

One of your hands intertwined with one of his, your fingers loosely interlocking as you lazily watched a few fish continue to flit around in the water. You weren’t too sure what sort of fish they were, but you were too focused on Touta’s warmth to even think about reading the information plaque at the very front of the tank. 

“You actually planned out an entire evening date?” The incredulity in your voice must have been too palpable to come off as joking because Touta slumped over you, the sudden weight causing your knees to buckle. If the low groan of disapproval was any indication of his mood, you knew that he was pouting behind you. “I’m not being mean, Touta! I’m just surprised!”

“Oh, hush.” He pressed his lips against the pulse point on your neck and you instantly felt your heart rate speed up. “If you don’t stop, I’m not taking you out to that fancy restaurant you were eyeing earlier.”

“Touta! No!”

You spun around in his arms, but that was apparently what he wanted. Now that you were facing him while still in his arms, he effortlessly dipped you before planting a passionate, yet chaste kiss on your lips. Despite your surprise, you melted into his touch and closed your eyes to the sight of the atmospheric light gently caressing his face. 

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DEATH NOTE MASTERLIST

[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

Chapter 6

Death Note ( Lawliet aka L X READER)

WC: 2026

TW: None

A/N : So sorry for the late update on this! I’m just terrible and can never stick to projects lol.. But I GOT A CHAPTER UP... I always laugh when I’m writing these because I’m here like “ omfg jasmine.. WHY DO YOU MAKE THEM SO AWKWARD...” But i hope yall ENJOY! 

MASTERLIST

It has been about a week since L’s birthday, nothing new, just the same old little investigation. Has it been tiring and just repetitive at this point? Most definitely. But some exciting news is that Matsuda has asked me out! Interesting man but sweet and kind nonetheless. He said he wanted to take me out but since he should be technically dead, he’ll be wearing casual clothing, with a hoodie and sunglasses. I did tell him that it would probably be best if we don’t go out but he insisted that He takes me out because that’s how a man needs to treat a woman. 

“ Mr. Matsuda we don’t have to go out, I’m okay with staying here and getting take out.” I state hoping he would change his mind.

“ No, If I'm asking you out, then it means I need to take you out and treat you! Besides, what type of man would I be if I just ordered take out.” 

“ You’re supposed to be dead matsuda.. I think you forgot that little part.”

“Not at all, i’ve got it all planned out, just trust me.”

He asked me to trust him, so I’m trusting him… I’m officially dressed and fixed myself as much as possible where I look casual enough to blend in with Matsuda, but dressed up enough for a “date”. I walked out of my floor and down towards where everyone sat just discussing with one another. 

As always no one gives me much attention so I just walk around to see what everyone is up to. 

“ Alright Miss Y/N/N I’m ready, sorry I kept you waiting!” Matsuda comes over with a small bouquet of flowers that holds my favorite flowers.. “ Oh thank you, such lovely flowers. And no worries, I just came down myself.”

With that L turns around and cocks his head to the side, “ Where are you going, where there’s a need for flowers?”

“ Matsuda asked me to join him for an outing.”

“ Is that so? Does this outing involve looking for clues on the Kira case?”

“No, it’s for personal gain.”

“ Then I cannot allow it, this case needs all the time we can offer.” L turns back to his little computer screen

“ I suppose we would listen to you if you had some form of control over us, but you don’t.”

“ You’re right, i don’t.”

Well that settles it, i look at Matsuda and tell him we can go, but he stops me in my tracks, “ Maybe he’s right Y/N/N, what if something crucial comes up.. Maybe we can just stay here, like Ryuzaki said, the case needs all the time we can give!”

“ Matsuda you were the one who suggested we go out.”

“ Yes I know.. But I said I would do everything to stop kira! Maybe the date can wait.”

“ I see, well then.. i’ll be heading back to my room then to change.”

“ You don’t have to change Miss Y/N/N.” Matsuda tries to stop me by grabbing my hand, but I’m quick to pull it away.

“ No, I must.”

“ Oh don't be mad, I promise I’ll take you out the moment we catch kira!”

I stop to look at Matsuda, hmm indecisive and too gullible. Committing to promises he wont keep

. “ Matsuda, have you ever committed to something and truly stuck to it? Those who are quick to change their minds and actions are ones who make quick promises. That being said, you did ask me to trust you before, asking someone to trust you could mean you’re someone who doesn’t know how to portray the concept of trust. You make promises, which resembles an idea of trust, but your promises are empty. So no, I will not be joining you anywhere even when the Kira case is solved, that is a promise that I can keep.”

I walk away with the flowers in hand, I finally make it to my room and change. Once I'm done I head back down stairs. I notice that no one is really around besides Chief yagami.

“ Miss Y/N/N do you not think you were a bit harsh on Matsuda?”

“ Not at all, in fact I think I was rather civil.” I grab the stack of papers and read through them to see what these papers were about. Same business men. 

“ The man means well, he simply wishes to solve this case. It's not that he’s not interested in you, or that he won't keep his promise, he’s very good at keeping them, he’s a loyal man.”

“ The issue isn’t if he’s loyal, It’s human decency to be loyal, would you not agree? He simply doesn’t think for himself. I do not wish to be with, let alone interact with someone who can’t speak for themselves and stand by their own words. He lacks direction in his words and lacks the will power to stand by his words. I simply was blinded by his kindness, forgetting that kindness only leads you so far.”

“ Well Sometimes people don’t think for themselves because they haven’t had an opportunity to do so.” 

“ I suppose Chief, but he changed his mind too fast, without a second thought. Once again he Lacks direction.”

“ Yes, but i think you’re forgetting the fact that you agreed to go out wi—”

“With all due respect, I’m no longer having this conversation with you.” I get up from my spot with the papers in hand and walk back towards my room. When I notice that L stands slouched in front of my door. 

“ Oh I didn’t realize you were not in your room Y/N/N.” L stands and rubs his right foot on his left foot. 

“ Yes I can see that, what is it that you need?”

“ Nothing at all, just checking to see if you’re alright.”

“ That’s a lie Ryuzaki. ”

“ I’m sorry?”

“ You’re lying, individuals who lie tend to change their normal body positions at times, out of the natural instinct of trying to act like they’re telling the truth. You were slouching a bit, when you made that comment of asking if ‘ I’m alright’ you straighten your back by roughly what looked like 3 degrees upright.”

“ wouldn’t you think that’s a bit of a stretch on detecting if someone is lying or telling the truth?”

“ The same could be said about your analytical reasoning when it comes to accusing Light as Kira. A bit of a stretch on the reasoning behind your explanation, but correct in the end.”

L looks at me with a voided stare, not much emotion behind them. 

“ L is there anything else I can help you with?”

“ No.. I suppose not.”

I nod my head and reach for my door handle trying to get past him and back into my room. Once I'm facing my door and I open it, I let myself in and look at L who stands in the hallway. What an odd behavior,  he said he had nothing for me.. Yet he has not moved. 

“ L would you like to come in? I’m not sure why you're still standing there..”

“ oh, i’m sorry.” he apologies while walking into my room. I take the paperwork to my bed and read every line, while L stands by the door looking around. Why is he acting like he’s never seen this room before? I soon realize that L doesn’t feel my gaze, so I put my papers down to just see what his next moves are.

I notice that he’s scratched his head, and stuffed his hands back into his pockets. His posture itself seems a bit more tense and more slouched. His body language reads anxiety, and confliction. The lower the shoulders fall, it can indicate self-caution or doubt. Any action such as findling with your fingers, the scratching of any body part means there’s a form of hesitation or worry. His gaze hasn’t moved anywhere, that means he’s over thinking. He’s too in his head to realize that he’s briefly detached from reality, another sign of being conflicted. 

“ Y/N why did you agree to go with Matsuda?”

“ why? Well, he asked.”

“ No you would never go just because someone asked.”

“ Is that so? Then I suppose it was because I was bored.”

“ Do you not have what you need here?”

“ No I don't.”

“ What is it that you need, I’m sure that Watari can make arrangements to your liking”

“ L, to be honest with you, I don't think you understand what I’m saying. My boredom that i'm speaking of is due to the lack of activities outside of the case.”

“ And Matsuda would help with that?”

I sigh and tilt my head to the side as if I'm saying “ are you serious.” type of look. For someone who can solve cases he continuously never fails to show how oblivious he is.

“ L, i would like to do anything with anyone.”

“ Then why not ask me then, I’m sure i would be able to provide more intellectual conversations.”

“ That’s the problem L, you wouldn’t talk about anything else besides the case. I’m tired of just solving crossword puzzles, blank puzzles, and just reading. I want to just do something normal.”

“ I suppose we could implement a small 1 hour break everyday for some regrouping. That would help with allowing us to see things we might be missing on the case.”

“ See L, that’s what I mean.. I- Nevermind L.”

“ Would you like to share your thoughts, i do find them rather important.”

“ Why should I share anything if my words are going in one ear and out the other.”

“ I didn’t realize that was the case, I thought you just said you were bored and wanted to do something outside the case? Is one hour not enough time?”

“ L it’s not about the time, It’s about talking to others or just having a conversation that isn't about the KIRA case! I just want to go get some coffee or sweets at a shop and just talk about, i don't know, like THE SKY! “

“ the sky? The sky is simply the color blue, due to the reflection of the light and the wave length from the sun, the gas particles in the sky are sca–”

“ L i know how the color prism and the wavelength of light works, You’re not getting the point! L I just want to sit down with you and just talk about random things!”

“ You already sit down with me when we’re working… But I guess we don’t talk about random things.. I can arrange that if you’d like?”

“ L I don’t want you to do it because I told you! Like Matsuda just asked me, he wanted to go out with me! He wanted to get to know me, outside of work!”

“ I see, so you’re requesting more of what Misa and Light have.”

“ L what, no?! I’m not saying i want a relationship.”

“ But why else would I get to know you outside of work, if not for relationship purposes?” 

“ MAYBE BECAUSE WE COULD BE FRIENDS?”

“ Oh.. my apologies miss Y/N, i was under the impression that we were already friends… so i assumed you wanted more is what you were saying.”

“ I-.We- you think of me as a friend?”

I’m completely in shock knowing that L just said that I was his friend. I would have never thought that he thought of us as friends. Let alone anything as simply a member of the task force team.  

“ You did celebrate my birthday and gifted me with a gift, so I imagined that’s what friends do? I’m sorry for the misunderstanding.. I’ll be sure to not assume next time.”

“ l no, I’d love being your friend, I just didn't think you thought of us as friends.”

“ Okay then, we are friends.”

“ yes.”

“ Very well, I will arrange gatherings in which we can talk about the sky.. Although I still find it rather odd that you’d wish to talk about the sky.”

“ L just get out..” I laugh feeling a small blush creep onto my face. “ Go arrange that gathering you speak of, I’ll be looking forward to it, friend.”

L just looks at me, but gives a small glimpse of a smile and bids me a goodbye. He walks, or should I say shuffles out of my room and closes the door behind him. An Odd man he is, falls short on small things yet he’s so confusing… 

[quicktimeeventfull]

zooms in here. fic prompt: matsulight with light being pissed that hes attracted to matsuda because he's pretentious about being a self-identified sapiosexual

thank you!!! i was so excited to see this, i adore matsulight so much but can never think of anything to write about them haha. reading this over again i may have gotten slightly off-track fdfjlsd but i hope you enjoy this anyway!

Light had always prided himself on his excellent taste. Appearances had never mattered much to him — what he liked were people smart enough to keep up with him. People with minds like like complicated locks which only he would be clever enough to pick.

He’d never been interested in anyone, particularly. This was because he was — if he should be allowed to set down his considerable modesty, for a moment — smarter than nearly everyone he’d met in his life.

And so it was very deeply irritating that he found himself flustered every single time Matsuda was in the room.

Matsuda. Of all fucking people.

Matsuda had many good qualities. He really did. Light had never quite understood why everyone else on the task force batted him around as much as he did — he was pleasant, and he was humble, and he worked hard. He was the sort of person Light often pretended to be. But he wasn’t smart, not really, not the way Light was, and not the way the sort of person he was determined to want needed to be. He thought with his heart and not his mind. If it came right down to it, Matsuda would always flinch in the final moments and that was why Light could never lower himself to love him. 

It was past dawn, but barely. Light had arrived at the hotel early, hoping to get as much as he could finished before the rest of the task force arrived, but Matsuda was the only one there. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, pages of documents spread out in a circle around him. 

Matsuda, he noted, was always the one who wanted to stay latest, and apparently he was the one who came earliest, too.

“Oh!” he said, as Light walked in. “Up and at ‘em, right?” 

Light stared at him. This was one of the stupidest things he’d ever heard in his life and so it was deeply aggravating that he could feel his face growing hot. He hoped it didn’t show. “Where’s L? Doesn’t he live here?” 

Matsuda pointed to a closed door by the back of the hotel. “Asleep. I guess even he has to do that sometimes?” He sprung up. “Why don’t I make you a coffee?” 

“No, I should — we should get to work.” 

“No one else is here,” Matsuda said. “Come on.” He beamed at Light, then walked over to the hotel’s little kitchenette. Light, seeing no sensible path of resistance, followed.

Light didn’t like to think about how much this hotel must cost every night. Presumably, it was a lot. It had its own sitting area, and its own glass table, and a somewhat tacky chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Still, it was just a hotel, and the kitchenette was just a counter with a tiny sink, a kettle and four mugs on it, sitting face-down on a white hand-towel. The mugs were very clearly not provided by the hotel. Two of them said I <3 JAPAN on them, in English, and another said GANBATTE!! in huge pink katakana, with an off-brand Hatsune Miku cheering behind the words. 

“We bought them from the gift shop,” Matsuda said apologetically, as he flicked on the kettle. “No one could figure out where L — sorry, Ryuuzaki — keeps all those teacups. But it’s, you know. Encouraging. The cups.” 

“Right,” said Light. They were in L’s bedroom. Light felt this was fairly obvious — there weren’t actually any alternatives. The one time they’d picked a hotel that didn’t have a separate room in which L could sleep, they’d been sitting out on the table even when they weren’t being used. If Matsuda were a partner fit for Light, Light reminded himself, he would already have known this. 

“Anyway,” Matsuda said. He pulled out one of the drawers and fished out a little plastic bag of stick coffee. “Do you want … hm. We have regular black, milk, melted milk … oh, there’s an ume in here. Do you like ume?” 

“I —“ He did. “Not really.” It seemed childish, somehow. He didn’t want to draw too much attention to the fact that he was still, technically speaking, a university student. 

Matsuda looked up at him, his expression strangely curious, then shrugged. “Why don’t you try it? Maybe you’ll be surprised.”

“I — fine. Okay.” 

Matsuda smiled at him, then spun around as the kettle began to hiss. He took one of the I <3 JAPAN mugs and the copyright-friendly Miku one off the towel, then poured hot water onto them. He shook an ume stick into the Ganbatte mug and a melted milk stick into the other, then, bewilderingly, stuck the empty plastic into his pocket instead of literally anywhere else. Light guessed he didn’t know where the garbage was — Watari usually cleaned up for them. Light didn’t either, actually, but that didn’t mean he’d go around stashing trash in his pockets. He was very annoyed to find that he was endeared by this.

Matsuda took a stir stick from the ziploc bag, then stirred the coffee — Light’s first, and then his own — then handed Light the Ganbatte mug. 

Light took a sip. It was very sweet, and very warm. He took another. 

“You know,” Matsuda said. His voice was strangely contemplative. Light looked up. Matsuda was looking carefully away from him, staring towards the corner of the room. “You don’t, actually, have to pick the more difficult option all of the time. Or the coolest one. You could, also, pick the one you want.” 

Light could feel his face flaring, suddenly, hot. He was really extremely sure that this showed. He took another long drink from his mug. He was sure that Matsuda was looking away on purpose, but he hoped this nonetheless meant that Matsuda couldn’t see. “Yeah,” he said. “I know.” 

Matsuda turned, and smiled at him. “Okay. Well. Just something to think about.” He clapped Light on the shoulder. “Right. Well. Let’s get to work?” 

Light nodded, mutely, and followed him out to the documents, the mug warm in his hands. 

[amalia-uwu]

🌹Hanahaki🥀

Based on Skerbbie's fanfiction Firsts and Seconds @skerbbie

I DONT OWN Undertale, Horrortale, Farmtale, the fanfiction First and Seconds. The rights go to the respective owners!

CHAPTER 1 | Chapter 2 |CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | BONUS/CHAPTER 6 you are here [final part]

Undertale by Toby Fox

Horrortale by Sour Apple Studios

Farmtale by GuinongTale_AU

First and Seconds written by Skerbbie @skerbbie 💚

Hanahaki Disease by Matsuda Naoko

Warnings ⚠️: angst, light angst, self loathe.

BONUS/ CHAPTER 6

Talk and Promises

Note: This scene was supposed to be in chapter 5, but it didn't fit.

I didn't want to delete it completely soo please accept it as a Bonus / Chapter 6 ! Enjoy! 💕

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It's been a day since the incident. After yesterday's incident. Papyrus wanted to have a talk with his brother.

Yesterday was quite a roller-coaster ride.

He recalled what had happened..

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They had returned from that cliff. Papyrus carefully carried him on his back. He needed to feel the movement of his ribs against his back, to make sure that, his brother was fine.

When they reached home Axe gave Sticks a bath while Papyrus cooked something.

Abby gave Sans some more potions and by the nighttime his magic had returned to that beautiful emerald color.

He asked Abby "Is it okay if tomorrow I have a talk with my brother or should I wait?"

Abby looked at him with understanding. "Of course! He is fine Stones! Just please, try to take it easy. That goes for both of you" He nodded and thanked her. "I will, thank you Abby!". She smiled.

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So here we are today.

Sans and Axe were cooking in the kitchen. Stones was folding the clothes upstairs.

He heard them talking and his hands trembled uncontrollably as he got lost in thoughts. There was.. a feeling of bitterness in his soul.

Papyrus let go of the clothes. He couldn't concentrate anyway. He didn't know how long he was lost in his thoughts but, by the time he came out of the trance, they had finished cooking.

He heard the clicks and clacks; they were washing the dishes. He sighed heavily, he pushed himself off of bed and quietly descended the stairs. The floor was creaking under his feet.

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Papyrus peeked in, from the door. "Excuse me Bitey! I would like to talk to my brother... Could we please have a moment?". Axe nodded. "Thank you Axe! Brother... could you please follow me to my room?".

Sans nodded "...Sure". Papyrus nodded. Sans let go of the piece of cloth he was holding and followed Papyrus. They quietly walked upstairs.

Once in his room. Papyrus sat down on his bed. His hat was covering his eyes. He patted the spot next to him. Sans was feeling a little uncomfortable but he obeyed.

Sticks looked at him and noticed the serious, stern, stoic expression.

It clicked.. and Sans lowered his head. ...Yeah... He saw it coming...

Papyrus kept his stoic face. Firmly yet gently he held Sans's humeri.

"¿What had I told you Sans?"

Sans stared for a few seconds before looking away. ..Uh oh.. Serves you right Sans! Hear it now!

Papyrus held Sans's face so he could look only at Papyrus and nowhere else.

Papyrus rightfully had enough! He made sure of course, not to hurt him and damage his HP. That wasn't his intention.

Sans after a few seconds of silence he spoke softly. He looked at Papyrus's scarf. Papyrus slightly lifted Sans's skull up.. Now Sans could only look at Papyrus's eye sockets.

"To... tell you everything and... not hide anything that bothers me..."

Papyrus nodded still holding Sans's face.

"Correct! And what did you do?"

"I.. D-didn't listen to you.." he looked at the side. He shuffled uncomfortably.

"That's right. And.. what should I do?"

"... Sorry..."

Papyrus spoke sternly, warningly "Sans...!"

Sans flinched slightly and looked down "....".

Papyrus hands trembled. He stayed silent for a moment before he sucked in a breath "You.... died... Sans... I couldn't feel your soul... Why ?" oh man.

"I-... I know, I'm sorry paps.. I didn't mean to.." he tried but that made Papyrus madder than he already was.

Papyrus chuckled bitterly, that settled it. Stones clenched his teeth. He let go of Sans and got up. Tears appeared at the corner of his eye sockets.

He rubbed his face. His soul aching, boiling; due to anger, frustration, disappointment, sorrow etc., these emotions shown in his eyes.

Sans felt Papyrus's soul and truth to be told, he got scared.. He braced himself.

...Great job Sans.. Well done Sans..

"Sorry? Sorry?! A SORRY WON'T CUT IT! I SAW YOU, MY ONLY BIG BROTHER DYING BEFORE MY VERY EYE SOCKETS!!! AND I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THE FUCKING DISEASE! WE HAD A TALK!... WE HAD THIS TALK SO MANY TIMES!! DO YOU NOT TRUST ME BROTHER?!" he growled, his soul and eyes shone a dark orange color.

"of course I trust you paps! I do.." he got up. He rose his tone slightly.

" THEN WHYY?!??.... Why would you hide something so important from me?! WHY WON'T YOU TALK TO ME ?! "

"I - *sighs* I thought I could manage on my own. I forgot I am useless! It was my problem. It was my burden to carry. Why? Why drag you down with me? .....You.... You already worry too much, I didn't want to bur-mph (burden you)" Papyrus put his hand in front of Sans's mouth.

The stoic expression was breaking... Fat hot tears fall.

When he spoke, his voice sounded cracked yet, thunderous. Papyrus held Sans's humeri.

"FOR CRYING OUT LOUD SANS!! YOU ARE MY BROTHER! YOU NEVER. EVER. BURDENED ME! WE ARE FAMILY! FAMILY NEVER GIVES UP ON FAMILY! YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR ME! AND I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE FOR YOU! I WILL LISTEN TO YOU! NO MATTER THE PLACE, NO MATTER THE HOUR. I WILL MOVE EARTH, SKIES, WHOLE MOUNTAINS, EVEN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE IF I HAVE TO FOR YOUR SAKE!!

I WORRY ABOUT YOU REGARDLESS! PROMISE ME THAT YOU WILL NEVER TALK LIKE THAT AND ALWAYS TELL ME WHAT BOTHERS YOU! I AM NOT A CHILD! I AM A GROWN ASS ADULT! PLEASE! LET ME HELP YOU! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU THAT YOU MATTER TO MEE!!!! "

Sans felt a twinge of guilt crawling all over his back and soul.

[[ Axe was downstairs, he heard the entire conversation,he could understand Papyrus..yet, he took a little pity of Sticks. Using their bond, Axe asked «Everything okay?». Sans responded with a quick «Yeah». ]]

Sans sighed and looked at Papyrus.. "I'm sorry paps you are right.. I should have talked to you.. I'll do it from now on I.... I.. promise!"

"You better keep that promise!"

"I will try Paps...I promise! I learned my lesson..."

"Oh? Two promises in one day? Im impressed". Papyrus teased smirking.

Sans looked at the ground, then frowned and lifted his head to look at Papyrus who was smirking "Hey!"

Papyrus chuckled and stretched his hands. "Come here you twig".

Sans blinked and snorted. He gently hugged Papyrus.

"Would you forgive me Paps?" Sans asked while hugging him...

"I forgive you! But I do I mean it! Just please talk to me brother.. And don't you dare to scare me like this ever again!" he hugged him slightly closer and caressed his skull and back.

"I will! Thank you paps! I promise! I'll be good" Sans laid his cheekbone on Papyrus's shoulder.

Papyrus smiled and In a calmer way he said "Sans... You are important, even if you are the way you are, you help me a lot. In your own way, you've sacrificed so much, please brother... Talk to me.. I will help, we will help. You are not alone. You are irreplaceable!".

Sans smiled and their souls shone. They stayed in that hug for some time. After some time they walked out of the room to continue their day, hugging each other.

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Chapter 5

The End! 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

[dragonsareourfuture]

Ways the Death Note Cast Show They Trust You

I lost some inspiration towards the middle there, I’m sorry!!

L

- he will always have Watari make extra servings of food just for you. It’s a bit startling at first. So suddenly there’s just food in front of you that you think is for L, but when you push it towards him, he pushes it right back to you.

“You don’t want it?” He’d ask, leaving you confused until you finally put the pieces together.

“Oh, I…I guess I didn’t realize it was for me. My bad.” You begin eating. “Thank you.”

L simply hums and continues with whatever he was just up to.

- You know that thing cats do where they’re sitting perfectly still, eyes closed, guard slightly down, but still not quite asleep? I can picture L doing something like this during any moment of downtime he gets. Just sitting, scrunched up in his chair or wherever he happens to be, eyes closed but the cogs in his brain are still turning. You notice him doing this when it is only you and him in the room, simply thinking it’s because of the moment of rare solitude. Little do you know, it’s because he trusts that you won’t hurt him or let anything bad happen to him.

- L is a person who prefers to be in charge of his own life. He likes knowing what’s going on around him at all times and when things are out of his hands he can’t help but feel uncomfortable. However, with a person he’s developed a close relationship with and knows he can trust with everything he has, L will feel more comfortable leaving decisions up to them. You’ll have to start small though, like being the one to plan a surprise date. He might feel a bit uncomfy at the beginning, shifting around and possibly even insisting he sit so that he can see the exits clearly, but he eases into it eventually. Soon you both find yourselves joking around in the odd way that you do and gorging on cake and ice cream.

Mello

- being vulnerable is something Mello isn’t too keen on. He already feels vulnerable most of the time and would kick himself if he let that show through his actions. If Mello truly trusts you, he will feel as though he can be vulnerable around you without any judgement on your end. Small acts that show vulnerability such as asking you to help him with something he can’t quite handle on his own — even if it’s something as simple as not being able to reach something off a shelf or being unsure about how to fix something. Eventually, he’ll work his way up to the bigger stuff like being physically wounded in front of you or having a mental block.

- Sharing his clothes with you or letting you pick his outfit for him. Now, it sounds like he’s just being a little diva and that’s only partially true. But his clothes are important to him, they’re a factor that sets him aside from his plain-dressing rival and in his eyes they make him more interesting than him, visually at least. He’s happy to dress you up, and it is true that he has to have a close relationship with you to want to do so, but you should be especially proud if he lets you alter his appearance in any way.

- He likes to believe that he’s had his goals set out from the beginning. Surpass Near, become the next L, and go on from there. What he pushes to the back of his brain are the moments he’s been studying and he’s asked himself ‘What if I went down a different path?’. He quickly pushes these thoughts away, but they keep coming back. What would life be like if this wasn’t an option for him? What if he were a writer? What if he lived in the city with people he loves and went to the movies every Friday? Unwillingly, he has a whole list of possibilities. If he truly trusts you, he’ll share every single one with you. Whether it’s dropping hints or confessing them one by one late at night, he can’t help but feel that they’re safe with you.

Misa

- it seems a bit surface level, but it’s true — Misa will talk down on Light in front of you if she trusts you. But it’s not straight away. She had developed a lot of courage to actually break up with him, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t still doubt her decision to do so. It’s only when she finds out from you how loved ones are supposed to treat each other — with kindness and respect — that she feels her decision to ditch Light was the entirely right one. Slowly, she’ll start to admit to you all the things she hated about Light, starting with some of his mannerisms and building up to something like how he forced her to leave the entertainment business.

- Misa is…dramatic. She likes to go above and beyond for someone she’s infatuated with and make sure they’re the happiest they can be. If she trusts you enough to develop this kind of infatuation and, with some development, less of an obsession and more of a strong, bonding love, you will be doted on to the point where it’s almost ridiculous. You could be at home during one of her work days and you’ll get a delivery of lunch from your favorite takeout place because Misa was ‘thinking of you <3’, as she explains when you text her asking why food randomly showed up at your place. It’s rather sweet.

- Misa’s a pretty talkative person in general, that’s a well known fact. She’ll talk about clothes, a cute birdie she saw on her way home, really anything that comes to mind. But, she’ll do that with about anyone who’ll listen. It’s gradual, so it’s hard to notice, but if Misa grows to trust you she’ll start talking about some of the more serious things that have been on her mind for a while, those things that she thought would scare off anyone she liked because of how personal they are to her. Her family before they died, for example. It’s something that Misa thinks about. So much. But she doesn’t really talk about it. She wants to forget, put the past behind her but because she’s never talked about it with anyone it’s hard to do that. She’ll talk about her family to you, the little things her sister used to do and some things her parents did that she misses.

Matsuda

- Matsuda often begins to idolize those who he thinks are trustworthy and have a good heart. He starts to tell you how much he loves when you do x and that he wishes he could perform as well as you in that area. In a sense, he trusts you with his vulnerability, letting you know that he thinks of himself as less than satisfactory and how he wishes he could do better, only he channels it by pointing out good things about you. If…that makes sense.

- This sounds dire, but he’ll risk his life for the people he completely, without a doubt trusts. He was willing to do so with Chief Yagami, someone he saw as a father figure, and he would certainly be willing to do so with you, someone who he feels he has a deep emotional connection to. Whether you’re in a situation where he would need to or he’s just saying that he would, he means it.

- Matsuda trusts you to not make fun of him when he overshares or talks too much or anything his coworkers brush him off for. He feels that he can talk about things he finds funny and talk about his life without worrying about what you think of him when he does.

Matt

- he would drop everything to help you. Whether that’s dropping his game to help you kill a bug or leaving his duties behind to help you out of a life or death situation. Whichever scenario you happen to find yourself in he’s there no matter what.

- He’ll invite you into his personal life. I know this is kind of a given but Matt had the chance to become the next L. He had the chance to become something “great” and he said “ummm rather not” to it because it wasn’t something he wanted. If he shares this information with you, he trusts you not to leave him for something better when you discover the status he could have had and refused. He trusts you to appreciate him because of him and not the intelligence everyone but him cherishes.

- He leaves you alone around important technology and software he’s hacked. Unfortunately for him, betrayal comes with the business he’s got himself into and, if Matt really trusts you on both a professional and emotional level, he won’t have a problem worrying about whether or not you’ll take advantage of his coffee break to gather information for some other organization or something. He will literally just go “mkay babe I gotta go fuel up on caffeine real quick, you’re good watching the hacked government database right? Cool cya.”

Near

- Near trusts you to take him to public places. Sounds simple, yeah. But Near has never liked crowds, or even just too many strangers in a wide open place. It’s strange to everyone observing how one day he decides he needs a new toy, his old one having broken due to old age, and asks you to take him to the toy store. He’s questioned, people wondering why he wouldn’t rather you just go alone but Near insists. Apparently the toy that broke is special addition and he wants to make sure you get the right one. He stays close to you the whole way, not really saying much, but he’s there and that’s a big step for him.

- He helps you out with puzzles. Basically cheats for you. When he’s eyeing one specific empty slot, coughing lightly to get your attention, just know that he’s not helping you because he thinks you need it. Quite the opposite actually. With anyone else, he believes that they should be able to solve it on their own. He thinks that if they can’t, then that’s their fault. But with you…it’s as if he trusts that you’re intelligent enough without the puzzle being an indicator of that intelligence, so much so that he thinks the puzzle itself is obsolete when it comes to you. He doesn’t need a puzzle to know how smart you are.

- He’ll eat the foods you make him. Near’s picky eater-ness is above that of a child who only eats chicken tenders and pizza. He doesn’t eat that many people’s food because he knows it’s probably not he way he likes it. But with you, he trusts that you respect his eating habits and know him well enough to get it right the first time. Though he does check the food out for a bit, he’ll eat it. Sometimes all of it. Fuckin astonishing to Rester who had attempted many times to heat up microwave dinners for the guy.

[whereiselsewhere]

I loved 'It's just the nerves' too much, I'm gonna ask another one. Hope I'm not annoying xD

May I have a continuation where the reader has a photo of them (not great resolution since the phones in dn are keypad, I think) as their wallpaper and the boys see it?

I hope you'll have fun writing it. Please take as much time as you need! Have a lovely day!

“Caught, Not Quite In 4K” - Death Note Boys

Headcanons: How they react to being your phone wallpaper. (Continuation of It’s Just The Nerves, which you can find here)

Characters mentioned: L Lawliet, Light Yagami, Touta Matsuda, Mihael Keehl

Category: Crack / Fluff

Author’s Note: So so sorry for the wait! I wanted to get it absolutely perfect. I hope they’re to your liking!!

L:

•Work on the Kira case was progressing swiftly. It had been bizarre at first, but everyone finally seemed to be adjusting to conditions on the investigation. As much as was possible, anyway.

•You hadn’t spoken much with L (or, should I say, Ryuzaki) since the earlier incident, aside from a few short minutes here and there. Perhaps he was taking a liking to your conversations. He’d ask simple questions, like if you thought things were going well or not, or how the other team members were doing from your perspective. It was all professional talk, just in a more relaxed tone, to some degree. There was no doubt that there was at least a sense of mutual respect between the two of you.

•Matsuda was out on a coffee run for everyone (or whatever drink is of your choosing) and in true Matsuda fashion, forgot his ID to get back into the building. It had started to rain pretty heavily, and the first thing he’d thought to do was to call you so that you could come downstairs and let him in.

•Which brings us to the present moment. You’re sat next to L, going through a few new witness files, noting down anything suspicious. Nothing special. In fact, so mundane you can feel your eyes getting heavy. Your phone starts to ring in your bag, and you raise one eyebrow at the contact name. “Why is Matsuda calling?”

•He explains the situation and without a second thought, you rush down to grab the door for him…leaving your phone on the table, completely in L’s line of sight, with the screen lit up and displaying none other than himself. It’s taken from behind, and it’s just him sat at the exact same spot he was now, though the photograph was clearly taken on a different day, as there were a few slight variations. Small things like lighting or a set of keys. Not something everyone would notice, but this is L.

•When you come back up, you’re carrying half of the drinks, including L’s and your own. As you go to set his down, he looks up at you, eyebrows raised. He doesn’t comment on the phone though, and instead just opts to take the cup and thank you. However, you can tell something was definitely wrong, and call him out on it.

•”Well, it’s nothing much, so there’s no need to worry.” He sighs, then pauses for a second before he begins again, “It’s just that I noticed the wallpaper on your phone. It’s…definitely something.”

•Your mind completely shuts down in embarrassment, and you’re speechless at first.

•”I told you, it’s nothing to worry about too much. I would just rather it were deleted.”

•You stand there looking and feeling like a total idiot. Of course he wouldn’t want pictures of himself on anyone’s phone? Think about who you’re dealing with here, Y/N. Damn.

•You manage to make up some excuse about how it looked good from an artistic perspective, but he didn’t buy it at all.

•L is definitely a tough one to break, and you just seem to keep setting yourself back. Stay optimistic, though, and you never know what might happen.

Light:

•You’d taken him up on the offer for his number and kept in contact over the coming weeks, considering he seemed nice enough- both in personality and to look at, that was.

•You’d been studying for an upcoming exam in a corner of the library one afternoon when you caught his attention. He noted that you seemed to be struggling, and suggested you come over later that day, to see if he could be of any help.

•Of course, Sayu makes a huge deal of you coming over. You’re barely even romantically involved yet, but she keeps calling this a date and asking you various questions about yourself as Light grabs a few snacks and a drink for each of you from the kitchen. You don’t exactly mind it, aside from the slightly awkward atmosphere. Well, awkward for you two, not for Sayu in the slightest.

•Everything is always neat and set up in Light’s room, but the ambience isn’t usually this cosy. Lucky you, he’s gone the extra mile for this occasion.

•Things are fairly productive but you do also have a lot of good conversation, getting to know each other more.

•You realise it’s gotten dark outside, and Light asks you what time it is. Of course, when you turn on your phone to check, he’s greeted with a photo of himself.

•”Already, hm?” He smiles softly and plays it totally cool, as though he’s completely unfazed by it. Maybe there’s a little hint of deceit or whatever, but still. He reaches for your other hand that’s resting on the desk, stroking the back of it with his thumb.

•It’s not often at all Light is affectionate, especially in such a calm and peaceful manner. It’s all part of his game, to make you let your guard down.

•That being said, however, I think this would be the moment he realises that he actually has something with you, rather than it all being fake for his personal gain.

•I don’t mean to say it’s an instant change, but rather, this is the turning point that begins a genuine relationship. He’ll try and stop himself from falling, telling himself it’s all for show, but it’s not much use.

•He finds himself actually wanting to spend time with you, and you ended up staying for dinner with the family that evening.

•For one night, the names in the notebook would just have to wait until later than usual.

Hopefully L wouldn’t notice a break in the pattern or anything, right?

•Bonus: You don’t know it, but of course Ryuk is there the whole time, and he totally saw the way Light looked at you. Trust me, he did not fail to comment on it. “It would be a shame if I had to write your name down before you could get married, wouldn’t it? I’m sure you wouldn’t want to leave the new love of your life so lonely?” And so on.

•Play your cards right, and you might find yourself in a position of royalty of the new world.

Matsuda:

•He stuck to his word, and as promised, he took you out on a date.

•As I have said before, Matsuda is definitely a fun date kind of guy. Let’s say for this scenario, you guys went bowling and for milkshakes, or something similar. And also, like I said, he brought you flowers, duh. Specifically, he went for a small batch of red roses for the first date. He figured he couldn’t go wrong with the most classic type, and pictured it just like in the movies. He’s such a cheesy romantic, let’s be real.

•You both had the best time and took a ton of pictures together! Mostly ones where you were both pulling stupid faces and messing about. There’s one in particular where you’re doing gun fingers and pretending to shoot each other, trying your hardest not to laugh, and that’s the one you set as your background. Maybe the first date was a little early for setting phone wallpapers, but the picture was just too cute to pass it up.

•Fast forward about a week or so. You had been calling and texting whenever you got the chance, totally hitting it off.

•He drops you a text one day in the early evening, informing you he’d gotten off of work early, and offering to go for a walk together and catch up.

•You were sharing headphones and listening to music from his phone and talking about everything you had to possibly tell the other when his phone suddenly died.

•”Oh, it’s okay,” you responded, “We can just use mine. I have a ton of songs downloaded.”

•You dig through your bag and pull out your phone, totally forgetting what your wallpaper was.

•Matsuda does a double take when you turn it on, totally surprised.

•”You set us as your background?” He questions, and you’re unable to read his expression. Now you thought of it, it was definitely a little strange considering you hadn’t even had your first kiss together yet.

•”Is that okay with you? I can change it if you’d like-“ you begin, but you’re cut off as he does exactly that. He pulls you into a soft kiss, one hand cupping the side of your face delicately, as if you were too precious for someone clumsy like him, while the other one found your waist. When you both break the kiss, he’s grinning like a total idiot, which you do in fact tell him.

•”I think you should keep the wallpaper” He finally answers, holding out his hand for you to take. “Maybe I’ll even set one myself. You know, when my phone isn’t dead.”

•And then, both of you noticing sunset had passed long ago, he walked you through the glowing city lights back to your place. (Psst, if you were cold, he’d definitely give you his jacket without a second thought.)

•Something told you he’d be your background for a long time to come. ;p

Mello:

•As fate would have it, you did end up seeing him again. You’d unknowingly befriended Matt, having no clue the two knew each other. He invites you back to his place just to chill for a while, briefly mentioning a roommate.

•”Yeah he might be around, but he’ll be totally chill, don’t worry about it.”

•So you don’t even have a second thought on it. You’re just expecting some random dude. Oh how wrong you are.

•You make eye contact with Mello as soon as you walk in and the world just stops for a second. He’s sat sideways on an armchair with his legs hanging over one of the arms, and the TV is blasting some action movie you don’t recognise, so he reaches for the remote to mute it and greet you.

•”Oh, look who it is. Never thought I’d see you again.” He smirks, and Matt’s jaw drops because he’s totally assuming the worst.

•”It’s nothing awful, Matt.” You shake your head, unable to contain a smile of your own. “We just met outside of a store one time when his bike broke down.” You take off your coat and shoes and make yourself comfortable, per Matt’s request while he sets up a video game on the TV for you all.

•Mello decides to push it a little more, making sure to point out that there was never any actual conversation, but rather you’d basically indirectly hit on him and then made an escape before any consequences could come of it. He’s not upset at all, he’s just trying to fluster you, and it’s working, evidently.

•”Maybe you’re right, but I did do one thing. Catch.” You throw him your phone, much to his confusion before you clarify. “Turn it on and look, stupid.”

•”…What the hell is this?” He snaps, as though it’s a defence mechanism. He’s lost for words.

•Matt comes up behind the chair to look and just starts totally laughing his ass off, “Aren’t you embarrassed?”

•”Nope.” That’s a lie, but you want the upper hand here. “But I did say you looked hot, didn’t I? Well, I meant it.”

•Mello’s face has turned a deep shade of crimson by now, and he’s shoving the phone into Matt’s hands, telling him to go give it back.

•Matt wishes he had popcorn right about now, it would have been perfect for this moment.

•”By the way, Matt, does pretty boy here have a name?” Both of your laughs are very much contagious to each other while Mello is racking his brain for a witty response, but alas, he has nothing. He just mutters a “Oh my fucking god” in total questioning of his life.

•”His name’s- Fuck- His name’s Mello.” Matt finally manages to spit out between wheezes.

•The noise finally dies down, and you just hear a “If you’ve got my face in your phone, you should probably have my number in it too.” Took him long enough, but a worthy result.

•Now kick his ass at this game, it’s only right.

[lostwithoutyouherewriter]

Long Day's Journey Into Chan: A Street Fighter Ficlet

Inspired by “Chan: The Movie," artwork by Jason Cardy, from the 2019 Street Fighter Pin-Up Special

The torches burned bright on a distant beach, but all the world was darkness to Akuma. Sinking deep into meditation, the fearsome wielder of the Satsui no Hado rejected the weakness found in this place. Swimming and dancing, romance and pointless games... such things were beneath him. No, the great Akuma was drawn to the coast by greater forces, slumbering under the earth and sea.

As the waves drifted over the shore, a deep breath calmed his mind. Saltwater and blood were mingled together, and Akuma could sense the murderous intent of the ocean. The muscles of his body have relaxed into lotus position, arms held up like pillars upon his knees. He could feel the chaos lurking beneath the sands, fragile tectonic plates waiting to shift.

He permitted himself to smile. A newly formed volcano would shake these cowards to their very core, and then they would know the true nature of the fight.

It was out there, somewhere. The darkness was calling to him. It spoke with the language of thunder, even as the afternoon storm drifted down the coast. It cried out from the trees, where he sensed an unusual joining of pain and pleasure. The spider woman’s sadistic aura intrigued him, but it lacked purity, the will of the spirit over the body. The shores of this distant land had nothing to offer him. Perhaps he should turn his attention to the sea...

Yes. There was no doubt. He had found darkness incarnate, and it was rising from the deep. His spirit was exultant. His body burned for violence. The moment had finally come.

Akuma’s journey had taken him across the entire known world. What a fool he had been. It only made sense that true darkness dwelt at the bottom of the sea. Such power would hold dominion over most of the planet. Its anger would grow as humanity ravaged the waves with plastics and fuels and other unnatural elements. Even his homeland knew the wrath of the sea, the rebuke of the typhoon, the retribution of the tsunami. They knew the true might of the Dark Hado all too well.

And now he would fulfill his life’s purpose. Now he would be joined with the purest form of the Satsui no Hado, this great leviathan emerging from the waves. The green scales of its body oozed with decay. The sharp fangs sought to devour all who stood in its path, but it would not devour the man who was once called Gouki. As the dark one tread upon the black sands, an electric current running down its back, it would look into the eyes of its true servant and speak the words Akuma longed to hear.

“Boa noite, Akuma-san! Why so glum, chum?”

The seeker of Dark Hado shuddered. He could feel the darkness slipping away, the deep trance of his meditation lost as the voice squeaked his name. As he slowly resurfaced into this plane of existence, Akuma turned his red eyes upon this strange creature, a green pool floatie with the aspect of a crazed beast.

The beast floatie shook, orange hair and floppy teeth waving about. Its master laughed maniacally, but he could now see the signs of her presence. Her long fingers held the creature’s belly as electricity traveled along her manicured nails. Her long, shapely legs could be seen below the beastly talons, a sight which nearly drove Akuma’s thoughts to carnal matters. When she finally lowered the pool floatie and revealed herself, however, it was impossible to ignore the shine of her black hair and the joy upon her face.

“You look lonely,” said Laura Matsuda. “What are you up to?”

Akuma flared his nostrils, his voice deep and brusque. “I am seeking the darkness of my soul.”

“Huh. Interesting. Mind if I join you?”

Before Akuma could answer, the Brazilian threw aside her floatie and laid down beside him. Her yellow jersey was now stretched over her chest, the bright color contrasting sharply with the dark sling bikini underneath. She lounged upon the black sands and looked up at the night sky, smiling.

Glancing over at the woman, Akuma snarled, annoyed by such arrogance. Even still, something about this woman intrigued him. He could sense a fighting spirit like no other, an unorthodox style that spoke to his inner demons. She carried a strange aura about her, an aura that glistened like the stars above and the fireflies now scattered along the beach. If he was weak like the other warriors of this place, Akuma might have called her beautiful.

Laura must have caught him staring. She smirked at Akuma. “Enjoying the view, you bad boy?”

Akuma huffed in frustration, turning his eyes back to the sea. She would not catch a true disciple of the Dark Hado blushing like a schoolboy.

Laura laughed. “I’m just kidding with ya, Mr. Darkness. Geez, lighten up, will ya?”

“A true warrior does nothing lightly.”

“Oh, come on. You’ve never fought someone just for the fun of it?” she asked, leaping to her feet. She took up her fighting stance on the beach, legs spread apart, like a dancer ready to perform or a jaguar ready to strike. “Why dontcha join me? Come on, you know you wanna!”

The brutal warrior known as Akuma felt strange. He could no longer feel the powers of darkness. For the briefest moment in time, he instead felt a kinship with all things living. He felt drawn to this woman with black hair, who carried the spirit of a different flame. And yes, as he turned his attention to the pool floatie beside him, he was even moved to levity by the ridiculous grin upon this creature’s face.

Realizing the Dark Hado was beyond his reach tonight, Akuma took up his own stance and faced a friendly adversary, the moon shining bright upon them.

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[fandom-imagines]

Thank you

Fandom: Death Note

Pairing: L X Reader

Warnings: Emotional and physical abuse.

Words: 3k

A/N: I’m in a death note phase again. I wrote this instead of doing my essay oops.

Being the girlfriend of a worldwide, secret detective was hard.

Relationships were hard enough as it is but having to make sure both the partners names were kept hidden made it even harder. Then there’s the constant travelling that takes place along with many other things.

Basically, the relationship between L Lawliet and Y/N Y/S/N was a complicated one. Don’t get me wrong, they were both madly in love with the other, but that didn’t make it any less hard.

“Y/N!” A high-pitched voice sounded from behind the aforementioned couple.

That’s Misa, Y/N’s best friend and often co-worker. The two met at a photoshoot where they became fast friends, the pair being able to work together due to their celebrity status.

“Hi, Misa.” A soft smile crawled onto the Y/H/C-haired girls’ lips.

She usually loved seeing Misa, but today all she wanted was to go back to her house and chill, maybe with Lawliet, maybe not. Who knows? Not her.

“Hi, Ryuzaki.” Misa greeted her best friends’ boyfriend, albeit unknowingly, before grasping her small hand around Y/N’s arm. “Bye, Ryuzaki!” Were her final words as she dragged Y/N away, unaware that she was desperately mouthing “sorry” towards her boyfriend.

~

“Light won’t even take me on a date, Y/N/N!” Misa whined, still talking about her ‘boyfriend’, “Isn’t that so unfair?”

“Very.” Y/N mumbled, turning the page on her magazine which lay in front of her.

She was currently lying across Misa’s bed, the pink sheets creasing beneath her. The girl’s legs were crossed in the air, the entire weight of her body being placed solely on her stomach. The magazine she was reading was something she had bought on the way back to Misa’s, hoping to share opinions on outfits or gossip about latest celebrities, something that the pair had done since they met.

“Are you even listening, Y/N/N?” The blonde continued to whine upon realizing that her friend was no longer listening to her boy drama.

“Sorry, just deep in thought.” Y/N’s words weren’t necessarily a lie, she was deep in thought just not about something she wished to share.

Misa didn’t know about Lawliet and Y/N’s relationship, nobody did. That was how they liked it. No one could intervene, no drama or anything of the sort.  Just the two of them, happy, together.

Oh how she longed to be with him right now. The two of them together, even if they were just sitting in HQ together whilst working on the Kira case that they had been working on for months now. That was how they had met: the Kira case.

Y/N knew of his involvement, her father worked as a detective, similar to Lights. That was how she joined the investigation despite being a student. Both her father and close friend, Light, recommended her.

However, that friendship was slowly fading as she found out more and more evidence that made her suspect Light of being Kira. She’s smart, very smart, that’s why she got along with both geniuses. She fit in well with the two. But the more she investigated the case, the more she realized that Light could possibly be behind the mass murders that were causing terror across the world, especially Japan.

“Ooh! What about? Is it a boy?” Misa was now sat up on the ground, arms wrapped tightly around the yellow pillow that she was previously sitting on. Her loose blonde locks fell down her back as well as over the pillow. She looked absolutely beautiful.

How did Light not love her back?

“Shut up.” The other girl huffed, tossing a pillow from Misa’s bed into the face of the owner, giggling as Misa fell backwards onto the soft carpet before bursting into a fit of giggles herself.

“You have to tell me!” The words left Misa’s lips between giggles as she recomposed herself.

“No!”

“Yes~”

The two argued back and forth for around five minutes before giving up, and bursting into a giggle fit once again, something that was common between the pair.

“So, you like someone?” Misa wiggled her eyebrows in amusement at the fact that her best friend was finally interested in someone other than fictional characters. “Tell me everything.”

Without revealing who it was, Y/N began to tell her about her ‘crush’, despite said crush actually being her boyfriend of a few months now. Ensuring that no significant details were released which could identify the man, she told her everything. Blushing was something new to her, but neither Misa nor Y/N complained. It was a refreshing change for them both.

“Wow,” The model let out a breath she wasn’t aware that she was holding once Y/N had poured her heart out, slightly at least. “I never knew you were capable of such feelings, Y/N/N!”

“Stop teasing me~” Y/N’s hands covered her blushing face, words becoming muffled behind the skin. “This is embarrassing enough as it is,” a groan left her lips as she continued her sentence. “Besides, I doubt he even likes me back.” The final words were mumbled, self-doubt settling in as she realized that her boyfriend might not actually love her.

Logically, Y/N knew that L wouldn’t use her, or at least she hopes, and that he genuinely did value her and her opinion. He enjoyed her company and didn’t find her annoying. He really did love her, despite not having admitted it.

“Sure he does! You’re great, Y/N/N.” Misa grinned at her best friend, unknowingly providing her with a source of comfort.

“Thanks, Misa.” A sigh left the other girls lips, a sinking feeling of doubt looming over her. “I should probably get home, it’s getting late. Goodnight, Misa.”

“Goodnight, Y/N!”

~

Instead of heading home Y/N decided to take a late-night stroll.

The dark sky was littered with bright stars, a nice change from the usual plain nights sky in Japan. It gave an almost comforting feel to the stroller, reminding her of her childhood when she would stay up late to stare up at the midnight sky with a genuine belief that it was the world watching over her, much like the moon which was ‘following’ her everywhere she went to make sure she was safe.

It was childish, yes, but she was a child so what do you expect?

The Y/H/C-haired girl observed her breath as she exhaled. It was cold which wasn’t a huge surprise considering that it was nearing December now; winter time. Despite being extremely cold, she decided that it wasn’t time to head home just yet. Her mind wasn’t entirely clear and it wasn’t exactly in her best interest to go home with an overthinking mind, so he continued her walk.

The sound of her shoes hitting the ground was one of the only things she could hear other than the occasional passing car or truck. The streetlights lit up her view, being the only thing that did so and Y/N internally thanked whoever put them up considering she wouldn’t be able to use the torch on her phone as it had died long ago. The odd passing-by car provided her with some light also, although it wasn’t much.

It wasn’t until around 1am when she finally decided she should head home.

~

The house was deadly silent as she entered, but the lights were still alight, leaving the daughter of the local baker and detective confused.

“Mum?” The girls voice was slightly quiet in case she was asleep whilst still being loud enough for anyone seated downstairs to hear.

“Where have you been?!” Her mothers voice was incredibly loud, making Y/N cringe and wince. “I’ve been worried sick! How could you make your mom worry like this?”

Ah, there comes the guilt tripping. Y/N’s thoughts were awfully loud, and she cursed herself internally.

“Sorry, mom.” A frown had made its way onto her lips as she apologized.

Sure, she probably should have warned her that she was going for a walk, but there was no need to guilt trip her.

“You should be. Now go to your room!”

She simply ran upstairs.

~

The bags under Y/Ns’ eyes almost matched Ryuzaki’s the following day.

She hadn’t gotten any sleep that night as she replayed every bad moment with her mother sine childhood and believe me, there was a lot of them.

Her mother hadn’t been the best parent to say the least. She was never physically abusive, but the mental scars from her words and actions had taken a toll on her daughter throughout the years.

“Are you okay?” Lights words were full of concern upon noticing the girls tired composure. The way she stood further proved that she was exhausted considering how she was slumped over. Hands shaking also, Light was genuinely concerned, despite his status as Kira, something he knew that she suspected. “You look terrible, no offence.”

“I’m fine.” Her words were quiet, almost silent, too wrapped up in her own thoughts to give a completely response but she figured those words would suffice and he would hopefully leave her alone.

Whilst concerned, Light knew not to push things when someone didn’t want to talk, so he didn’t push it further, favouring to ask if she was going to the HQ later which she was.

“Ryuzaki isn’t in today,” Lights words caught her attention, finally pulling her from her trance, “he’s working on the investigation.”

“Oh,” while her response was short, the criminal still cheered internally, glad that he had stopped her worrying, even if it was for a split second.

~

For the entire day she was completely ‘out of it’, unable to concentrate or even form a coherent sentence and she mentally kicked herself at her so-called failure. However she was slightly grateful that there was no exam today, knowing she would have most definitely failed. She probably wouldn’t have been able to write more than three words.

Y/N’s walk to HQ was lonely as she desperately craved some human contact.

She really needed a hug.

As though in a trance, the girl scanned herself into HQ and headed towards the main room where she knew everyone would be.

“Hi, Y/N,” Matsuda’s cheerful greeting caught Ryuzaki’s attention. Well, more like the name of the person he was greeting.

Nobody could have known however, unaware of the short-lived glance he had spared towards her. This short glance told him a lot: she hadn’t slept, she was deep in thought and she felt… crap.

This worried the detective immensely. He really did care for the girl; a lot more than he would admit. Not that he didn’t want to, he just didn’t know how she would react and didn’t want to risk facing rejection.

It would hurt.

“Hi.” The response she gave Matsuda was blunt, emotionless which L wasn’t happy to hear.

She never used that tone. She was usually cheerful. It must be bad.

“You guys can go for a break. You’ve been here most of today and it’s not nearing 5pm.” L’s words matched his girlfriends tone as usual, uncaring about the relief his words had just provided the others on the case. “Except you.” His gaze was now fixated on his love, making her internally curse at herself for being so obvious about her low mood.

The raven-haired detective waited for everyone to leave, stare unmoving as he observed Y/N’s every move and she walked towards the chair opposite him.

“What is it?” Y/N’s gaze was cast towards the ground, not wanting L to see her like this. “I’m sorry.” Her words were quick, worried that he was going to say something that would simply upset her more. “I-I didn’t mean too.”

L’s cold hand gently grasped her chin, lifting her face so that they could look at each other and he cringed slightly as he saw the tear threatening to fall from her eyes.

Okay, he is now really worried.

“What’s wrong?” His words were quiet but still laced with genuine concern, along with his eyes. “You can tell me.”

“It’s nothing, really.” The words stumbled from her lips, only worrying him more. “C-can I just go today? Please.”

L simply nodded, watching as she dashed from the HQ and out of his sight.

~

“Why do you keep disappearing?” Y/N’s mothers voice was the first thing she heard as she walked through the door.

“Please, leave me alone.” Y/N begged, simply wishing to be alone.

She made an attempt to dash upstairs, only to be stopped by her mothers tight grip around her wrist as she spun her around to face her. A hash slap hit the younger girls face with such a force that they both knew would leave a mark the following day.

“Y-Y/N…” Upon realisation of what she had just done, her tight grip around her daughters wrist loosened, hand dropping to her side.

“Never talk to me again.” YN’s words were quiet yet laced with venom before she finally dashed up to her room, one goal in mind:

Leave.

Her movements were quick as she packed her bag, tears leaking from her eyes in both pain and sadness,

Within minutes her bag was packed, tossed over her shoulder before she ran downstairs.

“Please don’t leave.” Her mother’s plead fell on deaf ears, the only response coming from the closing of the door as she watched her daughter leave, neither of them knowing if she would ever return.

~

It was cold. Very cold and Y/N cursed herself for not bringing a jacket, being in a skirt and t-shirt which was the same outfit she had worn to school today.

Shivering, she began her long walk towards HQ, something she knew would take a long time.

~

“What happened to you?” Detective Yagami’s voice was filled with panic upon seeing the tear stains on her cheeks as well as the bright red bruising hand-mark.

Lawliet payed no attention  to his remark, simply assuming that Matsuda had had a clumsy accident yet again.

“Please, can I just sit down?” Was what captured his attention, the soft and exhausted voice being one he recognised immediately.

“O-of course.” Soichiro’s words were rushed as he signalled towards the seat he had previously occupied which Y/N gratefully took.

L spun on his chair to look at the girl, breath hitching as he took in her appearance.

He caught her gaze and she had looked up after hearing the spinning of the chair and she thanked whatever gods there were that it was simply the three of them.

“Detective Yagami would you mind if we have a moment?” L’s stare was unmoving as Yagami nodded, leaving the room.

“R-Ryu…” Her voice sounded broken, eyes filled with pain and he soon noticed the bag on the ground, quickly coming to the conclusion that something had happened at home, presumably with her mother, and she had ran away.

L quickly climbed onto his feet, opening his arms which Y/N gladly ran into, breaking down into sobs. His hand placed itself on her hair, burying itself into her hair as her face buried into his chest. L was uncaring as her tears soaked through his white tee; he only cared that she was okay. They stood like that for a long time, L providing comfort she didn’t know she needed.

“Come on,” L broke the silence as his girlfriend calmed down, her breath evening out, “lets get you to a room.” He offered her a hand as she pulled away, one she took with extreme gratitude, appreciating that it must have been hard for him to give her any affection.

Their hands never parted as they climbed the stairs of the HQ, heading towards Y/N’s new room. Ryuzaki had thrown her bag over his shoulder, the heavy weight of the bag not affecting him one bit.

The room was empty, and it was clear nobody was staying there.

The noise of the bag dropping to the ground was loud, startling Y/N whilst Lawliet remained unaffected, having been the one that had caused the noise; not that it would have scared him anyway.

Y/N was led towards the made bed by the detective, sitting herself down as he wordlessly instructed before taking a seat beside her.

“I’m sorry for being such a bother.” She apologised, making L shake his head in disagreement.

“You could never be a bother, Y/N. Not to me.” His words were less monotone than usual, less devoid of feeling. There was a genuine tone coming from him. “Matsuda’s a bother, not you.” He spoke which made the shorter girl chuckle, something she felt she hadn’t done in ages, despite it having only been a day, #

“Thanks, Ryu. For everything.”

“It’s my pleasure.” His arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her closely towards him until her warmth was felt by him. “I-“ He paused as he began to speak, extremely aware of what he was about to say.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked, confused at his sudden silence.

“I love you.” His words were quiet, almost unheard had it not been for the fact that the room was deadly silent.

The pair fell into an awkward silence for a moment before L got up to leave, apologising as he did so.

“Wait,” Y/N’s hand wrapped around his own, “I love you too.”

A small smile made its way onto both of their lips, L walking back over to the girl until he was stood directly in front of her. She watched closely as he bent down, unsure of what he was about to do. The second his lips touched her forehead a huge blush flowed across her cheeks.

“R-Ryu…?” Her embarrassed voice sounded, the only response she earned from him being a small smile before he gave her a pat on the head, turning to leave.

“Thank you.” She called, making him stop in the doorway.

“Anytime, Y/N/N.” The use of the nickname only made her blush harder.

[mikami]

In one of your recent asks you named one of the headcanon theories about hidden romance that Matsuda might have a repressed attraction to Light. I never thought about this before. If you don't mind can you explain how can we have this headcanon from canon materials? and what made people have this theory about matsuda? Why is he attracted to Light?

The main support of this theory is certainly this line in the final chapter. Matsuda obsessively pours over the events over and over and over again because he liked Light and finds himself incapable to make his peace with what happened.

On a general level, Matsuda->Light is a “do I want to be him or be with him” kind of situation. Over the course of the series, we see Matsuda strongly idolize Light. Light has everything he wants: Light is popular, Light is smart, Light is successful. Hell, Light lives in the family Matsuda wishes he had! After all, Matsuda also looks up to Soichiro a great deal and part of his ‘omg, I should date Sayu’ moment instantly turns into calling Soichiro and Sachiko ‘mom and dad’... 

Misinterpreting attraction as wanting to be alike to the other person is a pretty common thing in same-gender-attracted people, especially if they haven’t yet figured their identity out. The situation lends itself to thinking of Matsuda as a bi guy who has not understood this about himself so far.

What adds to it is how invested Matsuda is in Light’s relationships with women - obsessing over his romance from the standpoint of ‘haha, it’s so funny to watch him date these girls’ is the most acceptable way Matsuda can speak about Light and romance at all, it’s a good way to mask his interest from the world and from himself.

Of course, none of this necessitates romance. 

“Matsuda wants what Light has so he idolizes him” is a perfectly adequate read on the canon and nothing that happens requires any further explanation.

But likewise, reading Matsuda as unknowingly attracted to Light does not disrupt canon any. It’s a ‘take it or leave it’ headcanon in that sense.

[secretshinigami]

making the most of it

Author: @realtruesuccessor For: @yagami-raito-kun Pairings/Characters: Near | Nate River/Yagami Light, background Linda/Matsuda, Near | Nate River, Yagami Light, Linda (Death Note), Matsuda Touta, Watari Rating/Warnings: Teen and Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, just typical superhero/action movie stuff Prompt: Near is a superhero, Light is a supervillain, they get set up on a blind double date and have to roll with it to protect their secret identities Author’s notes: This was super fun to write! Thank you for the amazing prompt! I hope this is what you were looking for, and that you enjoy it!

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Nate River had never given much thought to the idea of romance. He had experienced fleeting crushes in the past, but never any serious feelings, and he had never even been kissed at the ripe old age of eighteen. There were much more pressing issues in his life besides the lack of social milestones, so Nate wasn’t too concerned about his deficits in romantic experience. 

  Unfortunately, his roommate Linda did not have the same opinion. 

  “You’re going to die alone if you keep this up.”

  Nate looked up from the small toy robot that had been occupying his attention before Linda opened her mouth. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

  Linda sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ve never seen you go on a date,” she said, as if that clarified anything. 

  “So?”

  “So, you’ll end up alone and unhappy unless you find yourself a nice man.”

  Nate raised an eyebrow, and he lifted his hand to curl a finger around a strand of wavy white hair. “You’re making an awful lot of bold assumptions.”

  “Am I wrong?”

  Nate paused, took a moment to consider the brief crushes he had in the past, and then admitted a small concession. “Not about my preference for men, but about my impending lonely fate? That remains to be seen.”

  Linda approached Nate’s spot on the floor, where he was surrounded by tiny action figures. She sat down next to him, and picked up a small gray object from the circle of toys around him. “I’m worried about you, Nate,” she explained. “You’re always holed up in your room, messing around with these toys, but I think you should get out more and I have the perfect idea to help with that.”

  Eyeing the object in her hand, Nate uncurled his finger from his hair. He reached over and plucked the tiny gray circle from her grasp, then stuffed the item into his pocket. “Your concern is noted,” he said, perhaps a bit too sharp. “Unfortunately for you, I disagree.”

  “Can you hear me out, at least?” 

  “You’ve given me no compelling reason to do that, so the answer is no. Please leave me alone.”

  Silence rang throughout the apartment, echoing with the sting of Linda’s hurt feelings. Nate didn’t feel sorry in the least; in fact, he felt entirely justified. After all, Linda had barged into his room and insulted his lifestyle. He was in the right to be short and snappy with her.

Nate watched impassively as Linda’s face fell. His roommate’s usually bright smile turned into a sullen frown, and her blue eyes became downcast. If Nate had been a different sort of person, he might have been moved by this display, but as it was, Linda’s wounded emotions did nothing to stir his heart or change his mind. 

  “Well, that’s disappointing,” Linda muttered, her voice small and hurt.

  “I have no idea why you’re suddenly so invested in my romantic life, but whatever your reasons, you brought this on yourself by disparaging my hobbies.”

  “Okay, okay, I guess you’re right. I should have gone about this in a different way.”

  “Yes, you should have, but there’s no changing the past and no use lingering on this topic anymore. Weren’t you leaving?”

  With a heavy sigh, Linda got up and left Nate to his own devices.

  ~

  The city was dark at night, lit only by the occasional street lamp.

  “Where is the tracker now, Watari?”

  Near made his way through the gloomy city streets, dodging the warm circles of light cast by the lampposts. He stuck to dark, shadowy corners like glue, crouching behind parked cars and navigating narrow alleyways. 

  A voice crackled over the communication device in Near’s ear. “One block away, Near,” Watari said. “The location is pinging from that abandoned grocery store on the corner.”

  As Near approached the store, he tugged his dark cowl down over his hair and eyes, shielding them from view. The streets were mostly empty, but he didn’t want to risk being identified, even by the vagrants who frequented this part of the city in the dead of night. After all, his white hair and gray eyes were rather distinctive. If Near ever let his guard down, it wouldn’t take a genius to eventually trace the actions of the vigilante Near back to the identity of one Nate River.

  “Alright, I’m standing in front of the store now.”

  “Yes, thank you. The tracker you placed on that nasty fellow is still pinging from inside that building.”

  “Hmm, I really do hope this doesn’t end in physical violence. You know how much I hate fighting.”

  “I’m aware of that, and I also know that you’ve had a very long night already, but at least Lidner will be pleased to hear that you were finally able to put some of her training to good use.”

  Near made a face. His mouth twisted into a displeased frown. “That’s not funny.”

  “I wasn’t trying to be funny, I’m being completely serious. She’ll love to hear that you fought off a villain with a stick.”

  “First of all, this isn’t exactly a stick. It’s a bō,” Near corrected. “Second of all, perhaps you’re correct. She seems to puff up with pride whenever I acknowledge her skills.”

  “Yes, people tend to do that when you pay them a compliment.”

  Ignoring Watari’s snark, Near began the task of sneaking into the dark building. He crept forward, towards the front of the store, keeping low to the ground. There wasn’t any light coming from the windows or the door, but Near had learned from experience that one could never be too careful when dealing with villains. The building seemed lifeless and empty from the outside, but there could be traps set inside - or even the villain himself, tracker and all. So, Near was sure to be stealthy as he peeked into the store from a low, dirty window.

  The interior of the old shop seemed to be exactly what Near had expected. Mostly empty, save for a few shelves, and thick layers of dust covering every visible surface. Clearly, the store hadn’t been active in many years. It was the perfect place for squatters to take refuge - or for mysterious villains to set up a hideout. 

  “Best entrance route?” Near asked, eyeing the door in the corner of the shop, which appeared to lead somewhere deeper into the building. If Near had to guess, he would say that the door probably led to some sort of old office or employee break room. The door was dark and heavy-looking, with a shiny silver knob that could have easily been rigged with a villainous trap. 

  “You mean, besides walking right through the front door?” Watari teased.

  “Watari, please, this is serious.”

  “Alright, alright, I understand, I’m searching for an aerial view now.”

  As Near waited for Watari’s next message, he took another look around the interior of the store. None of the dust seemed to be disturbed; the floor and the shelves all appeared to be completely untouched by human feet or hands, at least for the past few months. 

  Still, Near considered, the room could be monitored with hidden cameras and microphones. Best that I don’t use the main entrance unless there’s no other option.

  “According to the aerial view, there’s a skylight towards the back of the building,” Watari announced. 

  Near frowned, and reached up to rub a strand of his own white hair between two fingers. “I don’t see a skylight from my current location, so the skylight must lead into the back room of the store. I can skip the main shop area entirely.”

  “Well, that works out nicely.”

  About fifteen minutes later, Near found himself on top of the roof, breathing heavily from exertion. “I’m never doing that again,” he managed in between gulps of air. 

  “Never say never, Near.”

  After catching his breath, Near approached the skylight and peered through it. The bright moon illuminated the room beneath the glass, casting everything in a soft white glow. Through the skylight, Near could see the back room of the shop, which appeared mostly empty, save for a wooden desk. 

  “I’m entering the building now,” Near said, reaching to unlatch the skylight.

  “Wait, Near!” Watari cried out, at the exact same time an unfamiliar voice whispered: “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

  Near whipped around, bringing up his bō staff in a fluid motion.

  A masked man stood before Near, with his gloved hands raised in mock surrender. 

  “Who are you?” Near asked, his tone dark and serious. 

  The man smirked, then nodded to one of his hands. A familiar, small gray object rested between the fingers of his red leather-covered hand. 

  The tracker.

  “Shit,” Near muttered under his breath.

  “Looking for this?” The man asked, sounding carefree and quite pleased with himself. His voice was slightly deeper than Near had imagined, but it suited him just the same.

  On impulse, Near jabbed at the mysterious villain with his staff.

  As though he moved through the shadows, the man expertly evaded Near’s attack. He dodged, twisted, and kicked out. His dark boot landed in the center of Near’s chest, pushing the hero back. 

  Near stumbled back, tripping over his own feet. His ankle hit something behind him, probably a ledge of some kind, and suddenly, he was falling. He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as the world warped around him. 

  Like something out of a movie, Near found himself falling in slow motion - legs bending, glass cracking from somewhere behind him, his body descending further and further into darkness. 

  Before Near could even process what was happening, the villain turned away. His silhouette was illuminated by the bright backdrop of the moon. He glanced over his shoulder as Near fell through the skylight. His brown eyes sparkled with the dual flickers of triumph and pride.

  The villain’s smug grin was the last thing Near saw before darkness enveloped him completely. 

  ~

  “I can’t believe you finally roped me into this nonsense,” Nate River said. 

  Linda and Nate sat on a bench together, as the sky darkened and the air became thin and cold. She wore a coat and a light scarf over her dress, while he was dressed in only a collared button-up shirt and comfortable pants. The bright yellow bulbs from the nearby carnival casted the two roommates in a soft glow. Despite the warm light, Nate shivered, and Linda looked around frantically; her foot was tapping incessantly against the hard concrete of the sidewalk. 

  “Yes, well, this nonsense is going to do wonders for your social life, if those silly boys ever show up,” Linda said, glancing down at her phone with a frown. 

  Nate rolled his eyes. “First of all, my social life is perfectly satisfying as it is, thank you very much. Second of all, I’m sure they’ll be here any minute now.”

  “I guess you’re right about that second thing,” Linda conceded, pointing towards a pair of young Japanese men who were quickly approaching their bench. “And we’ve already been over the first thing.”

  The two men arrived at their bench, and Nate got a good look at both of them for the first time. One of the men, whom Linda greeted as ‘Matsuda’, had dark hair and big brown eyes that suited his handsome face and gentle expression. The other man was introduced as Light Yagami, a close friend of Matsuda’s and a fellow Japanese exchange student. Light’s hair was significantly lighter than Matsuda’s, and although his eyes were a similar shade of brown, his gaze spoke of a sharp intelligence that far exceeded his bumbling friend.

  Nate knew those eyes.

  That attractive pair of brown eyes had smirked at him, only a few nights ago, on a moon-drenched rooftop.

  “Light Yagami, was it?” Nate clarified, his eyes traveling over every inch of Light’s pretty face. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  After a beat, Light smiled at Nate. His smile was polite, but had an air of deceptive falseness about it. There was something lurking underneath the surface of that mask - some dark and dangerous secret that only Nate could truly see. 

  “It’s a pleasure to see you too, Nate,” Light said. His voice was familiar to Nate, just as deep and attractive as Nate remembered.

  Unlike Matsuda, Light spoke English with a near-perfect American accent. 

  As Linda pulled Matsuda towards the carnival, Nate fell into step beside Light. The pair of them walked in silence for a bit, each of them calmly observing their surroundings. Nate noticed that the lights from the carnival complimented Light’s warm brown hair very well; his pretty locks seemed almost golden under the electric buzz of the soft outdoor string lights. Not even Linda’s incessant babbling could distract Nate from his careful observation of Light Yagami’s lustrous hair.

  Suddenly, Light tore his gaze away from a crowd of people near the food vendors. As the group he had been watching moved on, Light turned his head to face Nate and looked at him - truly looked at him - for the first time. 

  “Are you cold, Nate?” Light asked, glancing down at Nate’s chest. 

  Nate could see that Light’s preppy jacket protected him from the slight chill of the night air. After all, Light wasn’t shivering at all, whereas Nate couldn’t help but tremble at the brush of a breeze against his pale skin. He really, really couldn’t help it - he had always been sensitive to temperature changes, ever since he was a young child. It wasn’t a particularly debilitating condition, but it could sometimes be annoying. 

  Such as, right now.

  Nate’s brain was suddenly filled with images of Light offering him his jacket, like a scene straight out of a cheesy romance movie from the 1980s. 

  “No,” Nate said, like a liar. “I’m not cold.”

  “If you insist. In that case, perhaps you’re simply eager for this double date to be over with, so you can go home?”

  Nate raised an eyebrow, suddenly very thankful that Linda and Matsuda had moved out of earshot. “That’s awfully observant of you.”

  Light shook his head, and a small smile crept onto his face. “No, I’m just projecting a bit, I think.”

  “Ah, I see. So, you don’t want to be here either.”

  “That’s correct. Matsuda wanted me to come along though, and I had no good reason to say no. If I had alternate plans, trust me, I wouldn’t be anywhere near this place.”

  “You couldn’t have said that you were studying, or something like that?”

  Once again, Light shook his head. He glared at a flimsy-looking carnival ride. “Matsuda is my roommate, and one of my oldest friends from back home in Japan. We also share many classes together, and he knows my schedule almost as well as he knows his own. He knows I don’t have any exams or major assignments coming up anytime soon.”

  “Hmm, I see, that must be difficult.”

  Light nodded. 

  A moment of awkward silence stretched between them, before Light broke the silence with a question.

  “And what about you, Nate? Why are you really here, if you’re not actually interested in dating?”

  “Similarly to yourself, I was compelled by my roommate to attend this little meeting. She made it clear that Mr. Matsuda wanted to go on a date with her, but he insisted on a double date, and so she needed me to step in and serve that role.”

  “That makes sense,” Light said, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Matsuda has always been anxious about romance and relationships with women, so he thought more company might take the edge off of his nervousness.”

  Nate glanced over at Linda and Matsuda, who were standing a few booths away, at one of the carnival games. Through the crowd of happy fairgoers, Nate could clearly see the wide smile on Linda’s face. Matsuda said something to her, and she threw her head back and laughed with abandon. Nate recalled Linda’s pleading face from earlier, when she had practically begged Nate to go on the date with her, and her appearance now was certainly a stark contrast to that face.

  Unable to stop the small smile from creeping onto his face, Nate turned away from Light. “Well, they seem to be having fun, so I suppose this night isn’t a complete waste of time.”

  Light nodded, eyeing one of the nearby game booths. “Perhaps we can have some fun as well?” He asked, gesturing to the booth.

  “You can’t be serious. I thought you didn’t want to be here.”

  “True, I’d love to just go home right now, but I can’t without letting my roommate down, so I might as well make the most of this night, right?”

  “I suppose you have a point.”

  With that, Nate and Light approached the game booth.

  Ten minutes later, Nate was holding a giant fluffy white bunny - a stuffed animal that Light had won at the silly dart game. 

  Nate frowned, staring down at the offending rabbit. “You’re better than me at darts,” he grumbled.

  Light chuckled. “No, I think I just got lucky,” he said, looking at Nate with a curious expression on his face. “Regardless, I hope you like it. Are you going to give it a name?”

  “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am,” Nate said. He stared at Light’s face, observing the other man with a careful attention to detail. “His name is Kira.”

  There was a beat of silence.

  “Oh? You figured that out rather quickly, didn’t you?” 

  Nate nodded, then glanced away. Light’s expression and words told him everything that he needed to know.

  “And? What are you going to do with Kira, now that you have him?” Light asked, his voice laced with double meaning.

  Scoffing, Nate hugged the bunny closer to his chest, and continued to avoid Light’s gaze. “I’ll turn him over to the proper authorities, of course.”

  It was Light’s turn to scoff. “You won’t do that.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because Kira is helping society, and also, you’re wildly attracted to me.”

  Nate almost dropped the stuffed rabbit. He turned towards Light, and a soft pink blush spread across his cheeks. His eyes went wide.

  “Kira kills people,” Nate managed, cursing himself.

  “Only rotten people,” Light corrected. “This world is rotten, but Kira is making it better, so good people can live happy and peaceful lives.”

  Nate shook his head. “Murdering a few corrupt politicians and businessmen isn’t going to magically make the system just or right. All it does is make Kira a murderer.”

  “Hmm, well, if Kira is simply a murderer and a villain in your eyes, what about that vigilante? Near, wasn’t it?”

  “Near doesn’t kill people.”

  “Yet, the police are still hunting him with the same energy that they use to hunt Kira. Isn’t that interesting? I imagine they’d be grateful to receive any hint of Near’s true identity, no matter the source of the information.”

  Well, that was a threat.

  At that exact moment, Linda rushed up to them, holding a plate full of funnel cake. “Come on, guys, Matsu bought me this cake and I can’t eat it all on my own! Share it with me!” 

  Nate looked from the cake, to Light, and then back to the cake. After a moment of hesitation, he reached up and grabbed a small piece of fried dough from the plate. He held the piece up towards Light’s lips. 

  “Here,” Nate prompted. “Have you ever tried funnel cake before?”

  Light’s eyes widened, and he stared at Nate in disbelief. “No, I haven’t,” he admitted, shocked and quiet. 

  Nate held the cake up a little closer to Light’s face, and Light leaned forward slightly, meeting him halfway. When Light took the cake into his mouth, his lips brushed lightly over Nate’s fingers. The lips were warm, and felt almost electric against Nate’s skin. Nate resisted the urge to shiver. Something deep and primal was stirring inside of him, something that he couldn’t really place, but certainly didn’t feel familiar. 

  Something that made him want to be closer to Light Yagami, despite the knowledge of his date’s true identity. 

  From that point onwards, the date proceeded normally for the most part. Nate and Light attempted to act naturally around Linda and Matsuda, saving all double-life talk for later. After all, neither of them wanted to duke it out in front of their roommates, or the dozens of other citizens strolling around nearby. So, they made more polite conversation as Linda and Matsuda dragged them around to different booths and rides.

  Finally, the night seemed to be reaching an end. Linda and Matsuda had snuck off somewhere, presumably to say goodbye to each other properly before parting ways. Nate and Light were left alone, near an empty patch of grass. 

  An awkward silence hung between them, not for the first time that night. Nate wasn’t exactly sure what to say, or if he should say anything at all. He couldn’t exactly leave the carnival and go turn Light over to the police - for one, he didn’t have any physical or concrete evidence that Light was the villain known as Kira, and perhaps even more concerning, Light had vaguely threatened to out him to the cops if he was ever caught. All of which put Nate in a very uncertain position: he knew the identity of the villain Kira, but wasn’t in any position to do anything about it.

  Light cleared his throat, which drew Nate’s attention. When Nate glanced over, he saw that Light was staring at him with another odd expression on his face, a look that Nate couldn’t really identify. 

  “What?” Nate asked, shifting uncomfortably, and clutching the stuffed bunny tighter against his chest.

  “I--”

  Whatever Light had begun to say was cut off with a sharp BANG! 

  Nate nearly jumped out of his own skin. His upper body grew very tense, very quickly, and he shuffled closer to Light. 

  On what must have been some kind of protective instinct, Light reached out and put his arm around Nate’s shoulders. “It’s okay,” Light said, suddenly calm and soothing. “It’s just the fireworks.”

  “Fireworks? Linda didn’t say there would be fireworks.”

  “Maybe she didn’t know? I take it you’re not a fan of loud, sudden noises, huh?”

  Nate shook his head. “I’m not a fan of them in the best of times, and these happen to be the worst of times, so you can only imagine how I feel in this moment.”

  Light winced, and pulled his arm away. Nate found, quite strangely, that he missed the subtle warmth and pressure of Light’s hand on his body, even though it had only been there for a short while.

  “I want to apologize,” Light said softly, barely audible over the continued explosions from the fireworks. 

  “For what?” Nate asked, genuinely confused.

  “For your tumble through the skylight. I know you seem to be fine now, but I’m sure falling through a window and landing on a hard floor hurts like hell at first.”

  Nate blinked. “Yes, it does. And no, I don’t accept your apology, because I don’t believe you’re actually sorry for what you’ve done, or for what you continue to do.”

  Light didn’t respond to that, only gazing at Nate in an impressed silence.

  Suddenly, Linda and Matsuda reappeared, both of them pink-cheeked and out of breath. Before Nate and Light could say much more to each other, they’re both pulled away by their respective roommates, pulled apart, and brought home.

  ~

  At home, in the quiet and darkness of his room, Nate felt a strange mixture of relief and disappointment. 

  A sudden buzz lit up his phone, and he glanced down without thinking - only to see a text from an unknown number splashed across his screen. He read the message silently, and then smiled softly to himself. 

  Nate knew that he would eventually be the one to bring Light Yagami to justice, regardless of the cost to himself. But he still had to gather evidence to prove his case, and in the meantime, well...why not have some fun and make the most of it?

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A Series of (Un)Fortunate Events (Pt. 3 of 4)

Part 3 is finally here! I think it's my favorite part of all. So thanks to you all who read parts 1 and 2 and are still here for part 3!

Why not just get to it?!

Spoilers: etooo, mentions a moment of the fight of episode 5.

TW: a lot of cursing, some anxiety feelings, oppression, helplessness, panic, and the word kitty is mentioned once.

I mean, 2 years isn’t temporary haha but he named me Hirano after about a year. He said I had a light and warmth around me like the sun (Hi-). But I won’t go by that name. Even after telling him not to come looking for me if I disappear, I don’t want him to find me using that name. Plus, I just got my new identification.

Oi, Natsu.

“Hm?”

I’ll take a break after this job.

“I don’t think Yamamoto-san will like that.”

I don’t care. That old-fart of a pervert doesn’t deserve my service.

“Tama….. Just make sure you’re polite…”

Yeah, yeah.

Tama’s current job is just a curse hunter. No attachments, commitments, or any responsibilities. The agency that handles these curses is not certified—that they can do with illegal shit. No paperwork or repercussions. The wealthy people hire them and pay them as long as they do the job in the allotted time.

Tama sighs. “At least Matsuda-san wasn’t a pervert. Hm? Oh we’re here. Well, I should be saying ‘I’m here’ but having you listening in all the time, well, doesn’t feel like I’m alone.”

“Well, I’m sorry.”

“Haha! No need! Anyway, I guess I should look around and investigate this place a little.”

The curse that’s been wondering around this abandoned construction site is a grade 2. People’s fears about ghosts around construction sites really fed this thing. I don’t think it’ll be that easy to defeat it, but I should be able to nonetheless. However, something doesn’t sit right with me. After observing the site, they did not even start a foundation. They only cleared the field where they were going to start. And there’s still a lot of forest behind this site.

Tama gasps at a realization. I’m sure it’ll appear if I start walking towards the forest. The thing is, it’s probably not the construction site that’s ‘cursed.’ It’s the forest.

Tama starts hearing a low grumbling as she nears the tree line.

“So there you are! Hurry! I don’t have much time!”

A curse appears. Not so big in size, but as Tama expected: she’ll have a little trouble.

“What do you say I we dance?”

Tama takes her phone and plays some music.

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After some “dancing”, Tama is able to exorcise the curse, when something—or rather—someone catches her attention.

“Hm?… OOOIIII! Are you okay?!” She asks while waving her arm. They’re not responding but they seem to be walking this way.

Wait… what’s this feeling?.. Blood thirst??

And just like that, she recognizes who the man approaching her is. She drops her weapons and puts up her hands, as surrendering, so he can see that she truly means no harm.

He suddenly appears in front of her, Fast… inches away from her face.

“Ohoooo… I thought you’d have more of a reaction!”

Gojo Satoru. The man with a blindfold who I should tread around carefully.

“I know how to pick my fights. And I’m not trying to pick one with you.”

“Hm? Why not?” A grin appears in his face.

“Gojo Satoru. A man who should be feared if a fight should ensue.” “Hahaha. I shouldn’t be feared! I’m the greatest being in this world.” Still grinning with arms spanning about.

“I never said I feared you. I’m just relaying what I heard.”

“Oh. You must be well informed, then?”

“Not really. I was only warned. Anyway, now that you know I won’t wield a weapon, I’m bringing down my arms.” Tama, tired from the fight, just wants Gojo to let her go.

Nothing. The man isn’t saying anything. Even though he has his blindfold, I can see him staring. Studying.

“Oh. Gojo-sensei!” A boy with fluffy pink hair comes running to his sensei’s side. “Mm? Who is this sensei?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out, Yuji.”

So he was ‘examining’ me.

“Why don’t you just ask?” Itadori grunts. “I’m Itadori Yuji. This is Gojo-sensei. And these two are my classmates, Fushiguro Megumi and Kugisaki Nobara.”

“I’m Haruna Natsumi.”

“Nice to meet ya! Oi, sensei. We should go. Seems like the curse is gone.”

“Guess you’re right! Let’s go get some sweets!”

Then suddenly, another sinister feeling creeps up Tama’s spine. It makes her shiver to her core.

“What’s this?” Itadori’s face has another mouth.

Tama jumps back in fighting stance. Her instincts just make her move; no second thought. She even grabbed her shikomizue in that split second.

“This one’s got fire, Yuji.”

“Sukuna, you! I’m sorry! Please, I don’t mean any harm.”

“That is not normal.” Tama says as she points to Itadori’s face. Damn. I can’t control my heartbeat. It’s like my soul is trying to escape my body. My entire skin feels like its being pierced by needles. An extreme uneasiness that I cannot contain. I’m sweating profusely.

“Keep this one around. She gives me the same sense as Fushiguro. Ha. Ha. See you later, Natsumi.” And just like that, Sukuna’s presence disappears.

Tama can’t stand. Trying to catch her breath, she maintains a distance from the lot. Was that…? No, it can’t be…?

“Nat..su..mi….?” A concerned Itadori asks.

“I’m sorry…. Just… let me… catch my breath….” Panting as if she ran for her life. You could say her soul tried.

“Who are you?” Gojo abruptly asks.

Tama looks at the blindfold with eyes filled with regret as if she could see his eyes. Many things run through her mind right now; the many times she was going to die, how she grew up, Matsuda-san, Ryoku… Natsu…. After catching her breath, she gets up and recollects herself before answering.

“I already introduced myself. I’m Har-“

“You have no curse energy. You yield weapons without curse energy. You sensed Sukuna before he appeared to you. So: who. are. you?” Gojo is not backing down, standing right in front of Tama.

Tch.

“Hmm….," he stares intently. "How about you come with us?!” He flips his switch. Serious -> Spontaneous. How does one even do that?

“Oi, sensei. Bringing in another stray?” Fushiguro steps in.

“Are you jealous Megumi?”

Fushiguro’s face says it all. Not a damn he gives.

“Whatever. The principal will be the one to put up with you. Let’s go.”

“I’m not going.” Tama doesn’t want to be involved with anything that has to do with Gojo Satoru. Ryoku’s words remind her that anybody around Gojo eventually get in serious trouble.

“Why not? Leaving something or someone behind?” Gojo asks as he puts his hands in his pockets.

“Uh, no. I need to pick up my pay for this job, so…”

“Oh! That’s what it is! We’ll go with you!”

“OI. SENSEI.”

“Megumiiiiii, so you are jealous.” Gojo pouts.

“As if. Just let her stop by when she’s done; of course, that’s only if she wants to come. Stop trying recruit.”

“I’ll go. But just give me time.” Tama isn’t sure if she should go with them. But maybe I can learn about myself if I have them around. “Oh, but wait. Sensei? Principal? You’re taking me to a school?”

“Riiiight.. I haven’t mentioned it. We are from Tokyo Jujutsu High! A high school for jujutsu sorcerers!”

“OI!”

“What Megumi? I think we can trust this kitty.”

Tama feels her stomach clench. Now, she’s not sure if she should go.

“How about sharing emails? So we can keep contact.”

“Uh, sure. I suppose.” Nobody tries stopping her so she assumes it’s safe.

“Okay then! I’ll be messaging you every day until you come! Bye-bye!”

“Every da-“ Why didn’t they bother to warn me?

And just like that, the lot of them leave, and Tama does too. I’m killing that pervert Yamamoto!

Phew! We've made it this far! I hope yall enjoyed this part. I focus on Gojo more because he's like my focal point (As I mentioned on a previous part.) Please stick around for the last part! Not so exciting so I understand if you don't stick around by then but it's a close interaction with Gojo and the heroine. Any way, thanks loves! 💖

[igirisuhito]

Title: Your love is a fraction, and it’s not adding up Relationship: Kamukura Izuru/Matsuda Yasuke Rating: Mature Summary: Mundane tasks bore Kamukura Izuru. Incompetent children who don't know how to take care of themselves piss Matsuda Yasuke off, apparently.  Trigger Warnings: Eating Disorders

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"How many days has it been this time?!"

The door slammed against the wall with a bang, and there stood a slightly out of breath Matsuda with a deep scowl on his face. His eyebrows were so furrowed that you could barely see that icy blue glare beneath them. If Kamukura's guess was correct (and it always was) he had just come out of his weekly check in with the steering committee.

"Please specify what it is you're asking." Kamukura spoke, his soft tone contrasting heavily against the booming voice that left the other boy.

Removing his hand from the door, Matsuda crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his chin up to the ceiling, flicking his hair back out of his eyes in the process as he looked down at Kamukura. "Don't act stupid, you know exactly what I'm asking about you fucking greasy troglodyte."

"I don't think the person keeping me here has the right to call me a troglodyte." Kamukura's eyes flickered down to the manga in his hands. "However, if you're inquiring how many days it has been since I refreshed myself, the answer is five, rounded down."

"Five days?” Matsuda snorted, “You’re shitting me, no wonder Kobayashi was so bitter. You know it's me who has to touch your disgusting self, right?"

Kamukura brought his hand to his mouth and quickly licked his thumb before turning the page with a loud flick. "I'm aware."

“You dick.” Unfolding his arms, Matsuda took a few long strides that made his sandals snap against the vinyl floor before snatching the manga from Kamukura’s hands. “Stop licking my manga, you’re disgusting. And stop being such a spoiled brat, it’s an unbecoming trait in troglodytes.”

“Again, I believe it’s--”

The manga was slapped hard against the top of Kamukura’s head, how unfortunate that he was reading an extended edition of Ponpon, because that one actually hurt a little. “I don’t give a shit about what you believe . Go wash up before I take away one of your five senses.”

Kamukura sniffed the air, staring at Matsuda’s crumpled Hope’s Peak shirt. There was a toothpaste stain just below his sternum.

A loud scoff left the older boy. “What? Are you pretending to cry? I already know you’re incapable of that you emotion deficient sack of--”

“How long has it been since you bathed?”

Twack. The book hit Kamukura’s cranium once again. “This isn’t about me, Kobayashi was complaining about you.”

Ah, Kamukura had hit his mark, perfect. “Perhaps I should start complaining to the Steering Committee that my doctor is unprofessional and fetid. Surely they would be willing to give me another who has higher standards for personal hygiene and knows how to wash his shirts.”

“I know how to wash my fucking shirts. I’m so sorry that I don’t have a personal maid waiting on hand and foot to do my laundry every single day.” Matsuda hissed, glancing down at himself and tugging at the hem of his shirt.

“You’ve been wearing the same toothpaste-stained shirt for three days now.” A slow blink passed as Kamukura looked up to meet Matsuda’s eyes. “I’m willing to speculate that you haven’t bathed for longer than that.”

“Yeah? And so fucking what, Sherlock?”

“You know I don’t understand your references to Western media…” Kamukura mumbled. “But my point is that your accusations hold no weight, for I will not bathe for a hypocrite who cannot uphold his own standards of cleanliness.”

A hand reached out, securing a fistful of ebony hair and tugging harshly in a way that forced Kamukura's head to jolt forward. “Actually, yes you will, because I am your supervisor and you will listen to what I tell you to do.”

For a second, Kamukura said nothing, turning over the possibilities in his mind. With an impatient sigh, Matsuda allowed him a second to process and gather his thoughts. Matsuda Yasuke may be an asshole, but he was sympathetic to the poor kid who he gave capabilities much too big for his brain to handle.

Only a little, though.

Once finding his words, Kamukura gave Matsuda another slow blink, seemingly unbothered by the hand in his hair. “I do not have to obey your demands, however, I am willing to yield if you admit to the fact you are a hypocrite.”

“That’s not happening. Come on.” With a sharp tug, Kamukura was yanked up to his feet, no pain showing on his face but it definitely hurt more than he would have liked. “The safest place to take you would probably be the communal baths in the old building, because you are not setting foot in my dorm.”

Kamukura followed obediently as Matsuda began to drag him along. “This is likely due to the fact it is as dirty as you are, am I correct?”

"Shut your filthy mouth."

-

At some point during their walk to the old building, Matsuda had politely let go of Kamukura's hair, probably out of laziness and a fear of being questioned by any passer-bys. It was dark outside, judging by the angle of the shadows and the height of the moon, Kamukura was able to determine the sun had only set an hour ago. There were few students wandering the campus, those who did notice Matsuda didn't seem to acknowledge Kamukura. As they shouldn't, after all, he was very good at hiding his presence.

Matsuda's face had an unhealthily pale glow in the moonlight. It reminded Kamukura a little of his own sun-deficient complexion. Those cheeks seemed to have thinned out significantly since they had first met, something that caused an unfamiliar sensation to swirl in Kamukura's chest, a sensation that weighed heavy on his jaw and heart.

"Did you eat dinner? It's not healthy to skip meals."

A soft "Huh?" left Matsuda's lips as he turned to the boy to his left, glancing down at him. "That's a stupid question for a troglodyte to ask. Shouldn’t a troglodyte such as yourself be able to at least ask me something interesting?"

Kamukura pursed his lips together, before separating them with a soft pop. "Being a troglodyte is unrelated to the question."

"So you admit that you're a troglodyte then?"

"I admit that you need a better insult."

Matsuda tipped his head back as a loud snort of laughter escaped him. Kamukura merely clenched his teeth more tightly. "You avoided the question."

Huffing, Matsuda pushed open the door to the old building, stepping inside and propping it open with his foot whilst he waited for Kamukura to follow. “Like I said, it’s a stupid question, why would I bother answering it?”.

“When placed in situations that are stressful, some people resort to binge eating, whilst others tend to eat less frequently.” Stepping into the building, Kamukura glanced around at the familiar sight of the lightly coloured halls. “This is because one who is stressed may desire to distract themselves, or be so troubled by their worries they no longer notice the signals their body is sending to the brain.”

“I went to fucking med school, I know this. Who’s dodging the question now huh?” Shoving his hands into his pockets, Matsuda stepped around the small seating area and turned right down the hall, heading in the direction of the old dorms and cafeteria.

“I’m expressing that you may be one of those people, Matsuda. You have lost a significant amount of weight in the last month.”

Matsuda rounded a corner, his pace quickened slightly. “I’m on a diet. I could afford to lose some weight.”

“But you are within the healthy weight range for your age? Even if you are leaning slightly towards the ‘overweight’ category, there’s no need for dieting.”

“See, you just admitted it, I could stand to lose a few kilograms.”

A soft inhale could be heard from Kamukura. “Is this why you haven’t been eating the snacks I give you?”

Finally, Matsuda stopped and glanced back at the other boy. There still was no emotion painted on Kamukura’s ever stoic face. Beautiful and apathetic, like a porcelain doll to be perched upon one’s collection. The thought made Matsuda’s throat tighten in an unpleasant way he refused to acknowledge.

“Yes. I haven’t been eating your snacks because I’m trying to lose weight.” He thread a hand into his hair with a sigh.

“I see. So why have you still been eating your own?”

Shck! Matsuda could hear the sound of Kamukura’s keen argument cutting through his flesh. Those burning scarlet eyes were digging into his soul, slender fingers reaching towards the truth of his lie. It was a nauseating sensation, one that could have been completely avoided by just telling the truth to begin with.

But Matsuda was in too deep, as was the case with most of the lies and secrets he had picked up since beginning his studies at Hope’s Peak Academy. It was a realisation that shook him to his core.

A slow blink, “Matsuda?”

He snapped back to reality. “Let’s just get you cleaned up you gross weirdo. I don’t think I can stand being in the presence of someone so smelly for much longer.

Kamukura opened his mouth to argue, but his hair suddenly being pulled in the direction of the bathrooms distracted him. He knew better than to question Matsuda’s motives, no amount of interrogation seemed to get anything out of him. Besides, he was sure whatever deep rooted issues Matsuda was hiding would bore him anyway.

With Matsuda’s arm parting the curtain, the two of them stepped into the change rooms. Within moments, Matsuda was already pulling off his tie and tossing it into one of the lockers.

“It seems like a worthless choice to leave this building still functioning.” As he shrugged off his jacket, Kamukura watched the other’s movements closely.

“Not really, I’m pretty sure there’s a few people still staying here and using the facilities for convenience sake." Those precise fingers undid a few buttons on his shirt. "Not students, though, teachers, personnel.”

“I see.” In a swift movement, Kamukura pulled off his tie and placed it into the locker beside Matsua’s along with his blazer. “You do realise we won’t have clean clothes to change into after this?”

“There’s a few spare uniforms in one of the lower lockers. I had someone bring some here after our last incident.” The inflection on the last word would have made most people feel somewhat guilty, but Kamukura didn’t care in the slightest.

Matsuda pulled his shirt off, exposing his bare chest to the open air. Kamukura’s eyes immediately darted to the small pouch of baby fat sitting on his stomach, he wasn’t as chubby as Kamukura recalled.

A flick against his forehead brought him back before he could get too deep in his thoughts. “Stop fucking ogling me and get undressed, creep. Or are you such a useless weirdo that you need me to help?”

Before Kamukura had a chance to answer the question, Matsuda had begun undoing the buttons of his shirt, starting from the collar. He went to reject the help, as he was perfectly capable of doing it himself, but something about the other boy being so close in his vicinity just made him close his mouth again.

Once all the buttons had been undone and Kamukura’s mouth was thoroughly dry for a reason he didn’t understand, he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and placed it with his other clothes. He realised he wasn’t getting any further assistance when Matsuda took a step back and kicked off his sandals, reminding Kamukura to slip off his own socks and shoes as well.

The click of unclasping metal seemed incredibly loud amongst the silence of the room, along with the following shuffle of Matsuda sliding his pants off his legs. As Kamukura began to unbuckle his own belt, he couldn’t help but glance at Matsuda’s underwear. Something deep within him was so curious about what Matsuda’s underwear looked like, and he didn’t quite understand what that was.

The answer was unsurprising. They were rather faded and thin, with an incredibly distracting striped pattern. Kamukura could see the globes of his ass through the fabric, which also meant they were much too thin.

He reverted his attention back to the task at hand, undoing the button and fly of his slacks before pulling them down and stepping out of them. He then hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers before tugging them down at well.

It didn’t feel too strange to be so exposed next to Matsuda, after all, he was frequently stripping down to his underwear for examinations. He would go naked had Matsuda not insisted on him not doing that. Kamukura could recall how he very clearly stated that he does not want to ‘see another man’s junk.’

Unfortunately it is inevitable that such an event will occur, especially if you’re often dragged into one of the science labs and forced to bathe under the cold water of the chemical rinse shower. Such a punishment would have taught most people a lesson about refusing to bathe, but not Kamukura.

“Oi, hurry up, I’m cold.” A harsh voice cut through Kamukura’s moment of recollection.

He turned to Matsuda just as he was closing the locker he shoved his underwear into. Matsuda had a pair of white towels in his hands, one extended towards Kamukura. Taking it with a steady hand, he then watched as Matsuda turned and headed into the men’s bathroom.

He's rather attractive from behind.

But like many other of his worthless observations, Kamukura shoved the thought into the deep recesses of his mind as he followed the boy closely behind.

The bath was rather humid, a thick layer of steam coating the room and leaving everything slightly damp and sheeny. The air was warm, implying that this place was used more recently than he had originally expected. “It appears you were correct.”

Matsuda tossed his towel onto one of the wooden seats near the corner of the room as he entered. Following suit, Kamukura dropped his towel there next to Matsuda's.

“Of course I’m fucking correct, I always am.” As Matsuda hissed, he pointed towards the row of showers and stools along the wall. “Sit down and I’ll wash your hair, it’s going to take too long to do yourself.”

“You understand that--” Before Kamukura could finish his sentence, a pair of hands slapped hard against his shoulders.

Matsuda spun him around and pushed him towards the showers, Kamukura walking along obediently. He didn’t speak a word as Matsuda forced him to sit down. “I understand that it’s difficult, Kamukura. You have a lot of fucking hair.”

He didn’t give Kamukura a chance to ask any more questions, as cold water was suddenly being blasted into his face from the shower head in Matsuda’s hand. He must have flinched, because Matsuda snorted and started cackling. “Oh the look on your face! So betrayed!”

Kamukura was certain his expression didn’t change, but Matsuda was acting strange. Like he was forcing a mood, deflecting, distracting Kamukura from his multitude of questions about the upkeep of his personal health.

Ah, he understood now.

He decided to play along. “To splash me with such cold water, how very cruel of you Matsuda Yasuke.”

Running the water onto his hand for a while, Matsuda allowed it to heat up and adjusted the temperature before bringing the stream of water back to his scalp. The warm water made Kamukura’s muscles feel as if they were turning to jello as a pleasant tingle creeped down his spine.

Lithe fingers threaded into the dark strands, spreading them in a way that allowed the water to completely rinse through. “Too hot?”

“Not at all, I prefer it hot.” Relaxing into the soothing touch, Kamukura allowed a soft sigh to pass his lips.

“Good, at least you’re not a complete freak. Still a little bit of human left in that big brain.” Matsuda tugged at a bit of hair, a small smile barely visible reflected in the mirror in front of him. It was a rare sight, he must be enjoying himself.

Kamukura considered returning the smile, but couldn’t quite bring himself to it, it felt wrong, foreign.

“You’re praising me for preferring hot water, yet I recite hundreds of digits of PI and you are not impressed.” He tilted his head slightly, allowing the warm water to trickle down his neck and onto his chest. “I do not understand, what is it about my intelligence that bothers you?”

“See, you’re asking stupid questions again.” The water was suddenly taken away, the tap switched off as Matsuda stepped forward to hang it back up. “Nothing about your intelligence ‘bothers me’ it’s just easier to fucking- to relate to you when you’re not whipping out a talent.”

He reached for a bottle of shampoo that had been left in a small tray on the floor, jumping when Kamukura spoke up again. “You would prefer if I was normal.”

Matsuda angrily snatched the bottle and uncapped the lid before tipping it upside down over the other boy’s head and squeezing hard.

“If that was the case, I never would have given you those stupid talents, would I?” His words were contradictory to his tone. And within them held a bitter truth Matsuda seemed to not want to be confronted with.

“You don’t understand your actions and resent yourself for it.”

“And you need to stop trying to psychoanalyse people. Nobody wants to talk to a weirdo who makes them uncomfortable.”

Once Matsuda has squeezed out the entirety of the bottle’s contents, he tossed it aside and began to lather up his hair, bringing the ends up and wrapping it in a soapy mess on top of his head. He was rather rough in his technique, but Kamukura didn’t mind.

Deciding to keep his mouth shut, he hummed softly in contentment. Trying to get anything out of Matsuda always proved difficult; he was stubborn. For a guy with such a deep interest in neurology you would think he’d be able to acknowledge his own psychological issues. It was just another one of Matsuda’s many self-destructive personality traits.

A strong tug on his hair perked Kamukura’s attention. “Oi, stop watching me like that. You’re going to get it in your eyes.”

He made a soft noise in response, allowing his eyelids to settle over his eyes. With one less sense active, Kamukura found himself melting into the sensation of blunt nails scraping along his scalp and massaging gently, almost as if they were seeking out something.

Slender fingers rubbed soothingly over the bumpy scars lining Kamukura's scalp, coaxing a soft huff of satisfaction from the boy beneath him. Matsuda made a noise like he was about to comment, but merely sighed instead. “Put your head down so I can get the hair at the back.”

Carefully, Kamukura craned his neck forward, uncovering his nape even further. It was an incredibly vulnerable position; completely naked with his eyes closed and neck exposed, yet he couldn’t find himself feeling worried. If Matsuda did have any intentions of killing him, he probably wouldn't mind dying by his hand anyway.

Matsuda's fingers threaded into the sensitive hair resting at the back of his neck, eliciting a shudder from Kamukura. He worked the shampoo into the knotted hair, grumbling softly as his fingers got caught multiple times.

“You really should try to brush this mess more often you know. If you just took better care I wouldn’t have to deal with it when it gets this bad.” A soft hiss could be heard as he yanked at some more strands, however, the sound hadn’t come from Kamukura. “It’s like you enjoy making my life a living hell.”

“That is not the case. Brushing my hair is a mundane task with little reward, I do not enjoy it.” Kamukura explained.

“Yeah, and neither do I.” A loud groan left Matsuda as he contemplated the best way to clarify things. “Most things involving general upkeep are mundane, but you still have to do them you spoiled brat.”

Those comforting hands left Kamukura’s hair and he found himself instantly missing the sensation. Leaning over his shoulder, Matsuda reached for the shower head once again and turned on the tap.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

A torrent of warm water hit Kamukura’s face, rinsing the shampoo from his bangs. He pursed his lips together and squeezed his eyes closed a little tighter to keep the soap out. Matsuda stroked through the wet strands to ensure they had been thoroughly rinsed, an uncharacteristically soft sigh escaping from him into the tense air.

When Matsuda moved to working on the back of his hair. Kamukura spoke up. “Something is on your mind.”

“Get out of my head freak.” That scathing tone quickly returned. “You just look weird like this, like a drowned rat.”

“Ah, I see. This amuses you?”

Another sharp tug on his hair. “No, brat. It annoys me how much of a child you are, completely incompetent. You know I don’t enjoy cleaning up your fucking mess.”

Grumbling something that sounded an awful lot like, “Dumbass.” Matsuda stood up again and turned the water off. “You can finish washing yourself, learn to be more responsible.”

Kamukura nodded. “Thank you, Matsuda.”

With a final sigh, Matsuda sat down in the stool to his right and reached for another bottle. Kamukura turned back to the dish in front of him, picking up the bottle of liquid soap before uncapping the lid and pouring some into his hand. He lathered it up between his hands to bring it to a light foam before beginning to scrub at his skin, starting with his arms.

Beside him, Matsuda was working shampoo into his roots. It was rather odd to see him with his bangs slicked back, exposing his forehead and thick eyebrows. He couldn’t help but admire how nice of a look it was on Matsuda, to have his face exposed to the light for once instead of hidden beneath dark bangs and poor basement lighting.

He really was as pretty as the reserve course girls rumoured him to be.

Turning back to what he was doing, Kamukura focused on the sensation of soap rubbing away the thin layer of grime that was clinging to his skin. As much as he refused to bathe, he truly did understand why people did it. It’s refreshing, makes one healthier, relieves feelings of fatigue. What he didn’t understand was why it seemed so difficult to motivate himself to engage in a task that rewarded him greatly.

It was strange. If someone desires to do something, they should do it, correct? Yet he had no desires.

They had been surgically removed by Matsuda’s precise hand.

Was his lack of proper hygiene habits only skin deep? Was there truly any point in analysing and fussing over it?

But, there was always that small chance, the chance that it was something more. Perhaps was there even something wrong with his brai--?

“Are you done? Or you can’t even do this?” Leaning his hands onto his knees, Matsuda pushed himself up from the stool and turned to Kamukura.

Ah, he had spaced out yet again.

With a nod, Kamukura reached for the shower head and began to rinse the soap from his body, avoiding Matsuda’s steely gaze all the while.

Once clean, he hung the shower head back up and looked to the other boy, eyes instantly wandering downwards in a moment of distraction. Huh.

“It’s smaller than average.”

Matsuda blinked hard a few times, processing the words. His face twisted into a scowl and his cheeks quickly flushed with a bright red colour as he followed Kamukura’s gaze, “What?!”

“Ah." He pulled his eyes back up. "Nevermind. It’s unimportant.”

With a huff, Matsuda turned on his heel and made his way over to the large bath. The other boy followed at a short distance, careful not to slip on the tiled floor that had been coated with a thin layer of condensation.

Once he reached the bath, Matsuda leaned down and sat on the wooden edge that rimmed it. He dangled his legs into the warm water, a rather gentle smile perking on those thin lips at the sensation.

“Oi, weirdo, get in.” He waved a hand, beckoning the other to join him.

Obeying, Kamukura sat himself down next to Matsuda. He then pressed his palms into the polished wood and shifted his weight, slowly lowering himself into the hot water. The water was a perfect temperature, and he couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh of pleasure as his torso became submerged in a blissful heat.

“It’s good, huh?” A soft chuckle escaped Matsuda, “Why would you ever deprive yourself of this?”

“Hmmmmm, I don’t know.” Closing his eyes, Kamukura sunk further into the water until it rose up past his lips and sat just beneath his nose, nearly impeding his breathing.

Matsuda slipped himself into the water beside Kamukura with a smirk. “Oh? So Mayor Dumbass of 'I Was Wrong To Not Listen To Matsuda' -ville admits he's at fault? You mean to tell me he isn’t a perfect being? Shocking."

Shaking his head, Kamukura pushed himself up out of the water a little. “No, I am a perfect being.”

With an exaggerated eye roll, Matsuda raised his arms over his head. He groaned audibly as he stretched the muscles and tried to work the tension from his shoulders.

Keeping the other in sight, Kamukura sunk back into the heated water, reveling in the feeling of being surrounded by such pleasant warmth. It made his skin tingle and his limbs feel like they were floating, much like his hair beside his face.

Moving through the water, he eventually came up the wall of the bath and leaned his back against it, allowing his eyelids to flutter close before taking a deep and relaxed breath.

With the environment being so calm, it felt as if his brain was finally beginning to slow down. Concerns about Matsuda’s wellbeing, anxieties of the past, confusions of the present; they all melted away into the muggy atmosphere, leaving his head filled with nothing but a pleasant foggy sensation. It reminded him too much of the drug induced haze that was settled over his mind for the first few days after his birth.

“Matsudaaaa.” His weak attempt to whine came out more like a monotone groan. “I think I might fall asleep here.”

“Don't be a moron.” Matsuda splashed a bit of water in Kamukura’s direction, smirking when it hit his cheeks. “I’m not going to save you if you drown in the bath. You're on your own this time."

“Mm…” With a soft nod, Kamukura submerged the lower part of his face again, indicating he was tired of talking. The pleasant warmth kissed at his lips, a sensual feeling that made every bone in his body soften beneath its touch.

He felt as if he were floating endlessly through space.

Logically, he wasn’t, it was merely the buoyancy of the water giving that illusion of sensory deprivation. But that didn’t matter, all that mattered was the enticing pitch black void beginning to swallow him whole.

Kamukura let go.

.

.

.

“Oi, troglodyte…”

“Kamukura?”

“Izuru-! What did I say?!”

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Because of @roselevesque wondering what kind of trouble a Lawlight child would get into... here are some ridiculous headcanons I’ve come up with, about Arya Stark from “A Song of Ice and Fire” being Light and L’s adopted daughter in some weird AU.

So, Light and L adopt Arya for an A+ reason to start with (I say sarcastically. But they really do come to love her and vice versa. Even though they’re sometimes shit at being parents, and Arya kind of shows it). 

Like, she’s some orphan that they meet after some case. I imagine the “Death Note version of Cersei(?)” is some political leader somewhere, and killed Arya’s father who was a threat to her. But L and Light were actually beginning to suspect Cersei of foul play a long time ago. So they finally bring her in for questioning--and Arya with her, who’s Cersei’s “ward”--and Arya’s all like, “I don’t like Cersei.” She didn’t buy the Stockholm-Syndrome thing the woman was trying to do with her for a second. 

Light and L then decide they like this child. 

L may even get the idea to have Arya judge everyone’s character from now on, as she seems good at it. And Light and L grow attached to this kid, which is part of the reason why they decide to adopt her. But the real one? L: “I just think we’re in a rut, Light-kun. We don’t do anything new anymore. It’s very boring. Why don’t we try something new, like adopting a child?” Light: “We are not adopting a child just because we’re bored, Ryuzaki!” L gives him a look. Light: “...Okay. Maybe we’re adopting a child...”

I should probably mention that this is an AU where Light gave up the Death Note and being Kira (somewhat. Though part of him is biding his time, hoping he can get his perfect world back. And L knows this. Light remembers everything, because he has a microscopic piece of the Death Note in his watch). 

Light and L decided to not tell Arya that Light was Kira--as a whole, the world doesn’t know Light Yagami was Kira--but Arya eventually finds out. More on that later.

I feel Arya loves both parents pretty equally. But she may slllllllllllllllllightly prefer Light. Just because there are times that L isn’t understanding at all. He doesn’t get, for instance, why someone calling Ayra “horserace” hurt her feelings, because it’s kind of true. L is very much with the “never forget who you are, the rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor and it can never be used to hurt you” mentality of Tyrion Lannister.

Arya may even have a hard time gravitating around L, because he has a hard time talking. But so does Arya, somewhat. So perhaps they actually bond over that? -shrugs- 

But L is good at trying to cheer Arya up, at times, by silly things like sweets (even though he was once miffed at her for not liking lemon cake. But then was okay with her again for loving tea) and swivel chairs. He was also the one who wanted to buy her a pony... or a wolf (since Arya wanted one) And Light had to tell him “no”. 

And both L and Light are A-okay with Arya wanting to learn sword play and horseback riding. 

L also probably taught Arya capoeira. 

And eventually, Arya does help him with some of L’s cases, since she is pretty sharp (they’re more L’s cases than Light’s, since Light is sort of on “probation”). 

There were also times that Arya would come to L, worrying that Light was Kira--and he would just kind of look at her gravely--before Arya realized she maybe agreed with Kira.

L is the one who goes to most of the parent-teacher-conferences. Because one time, Arya got in trouble for punching a kid in the face. And Light said, “What? She absolutely should have punched that creep, and I’m glad she did. She should do it again.” 

Light’s probably the one who tries the hardest to give Arya a normal, happy lifestyle and everything she needs. 

He’s also the one who brushes her hair, when Arya refuses to do that. (Speaking of... there are definitely times when L admits privately to Light, “Light-kun, what were we thinking in adopting a girl? We know nothing about them.” And Light responds with, “For your information, I’m great with girls!”) He’s not. And he might even somewhat resent Arya being such a tomboy at first, but he gets over it. L, however, has always loved that Arya is that.

Light’s also probably the one who realizes that Arya isn’t misogynistic? Which is hilarious, because Light can certainly be that himself. With helpful gems like, “Arya, I don’t think you actually resent female things, like embroidering--or your female peers for being good at it--but rather yourself for being bad at it. So if you want... I can try and figure it out myself and teach you, I guess.” 

Also... one day when Light is reading Arya a story and she says, “They killed the slaves? They should have killed the slavers,” Light has never been more proud of her than in that moment.

Both Light and L are of the mind that if anyone ever tries to touch Arya, she should kill them dead. Light and L might actually wish that Light had kept the Death Note, so they could put in it anyone’s name who would ever harm Arya.

Eventually, Arya is separated from Light and L. Basically, it’s found out that L was “aiding and embedding Kira”, so there’s this whole coup. Some people even discover L’s identity for a crazy second (before L gets that under control again. And convinces the general public that Kira is dead, and they’re all just cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs). 

And in this chaos, the family is completely torn apart. Even Light and L are away from each other for a while (and this is what stars Arya’s “A Song of Ice and Fire” journey. More on that in a minute). 

L finds Light... and there may actually be some tension there for a while, because Light thinks that L should have found Arya over him. 

L: “I tried to find you both, Light!” Light: “But if you had to choose... you should have put more energy into finding her, because Arya’s a hopeless child, L! I’m not!”

So, Arya’s mayhap put into this “home” where children of Kira-worshippers are tortured (it’s the closest thing I can think of for Harenhal here). And she’s deeply traumatized and fucked up by it. She escapes, and commits her first kill to do so (as a nine-year-old, no less)... and gets a taste for it. 

Like A Song of Ice and Fire!Arya, she begins keeping a list of all the people she’s going to kill, and that’s the only thing that keeps her going. And like in A Song of Ice and Fire canon, she changes her name multiple times, pretends to be a boy for safer travel, etc. 

During all of this, Arya has to try and come to amends with Light being Kira (as she knows now). Death Note’s version of “The Hound”, I guess, kidnaps Arya eventually to try and ransom her back to her parents (after the friend she’d made, “Gendry”, leaves her). But that doesn’t happen when Arya, perhaps, murders the Hound to get away from his abuse?

Still not entirely knowing how she feels about the “Light having been Kira, and Light and L having lied to her about it” thing, Arya might purposefully stay away from them for a while and join the “House of Black and White” cult, that worships death... She then realizes that maybe she will drink that Kira Kool-aid.

L and Light finally find Arya after this her stay at the House of Black and White (they never gave up looking for her, and knew that she was alive because their girl is a survivor. So eventually, they probably just had to face the truth that she didn’t want to be found). And there are issues again, because Arya now knows that Light was Kira and tells him this and wishes he would be Kira again (and Light, has, like, never been happier). But L thinks he might leave both of them here... I haven’t quite figured how they work this out yet.

Maybe because while this Light is somewhat biding his time, and does still think the system is corrupt and shit, he also gave the Death Note up for a reason? Did he realize that just soullessly killing everyone wouldn’t solve everything? And is her fearful that Arya is romanticizing death so much? And the deaths of some “innocent people”, even? Like this one guard, who didn’t know what he was there for, that she killed to get out of that first torture house? There’s probably some moment where Light is honest and says what being Kira almost cost him, and then tells Arya to not be like him. And then she isn’t.

L is upset by how damaged Arya now is, of course. And that he let it happen. “I can’t believe our daughter is nine and already a murderer--and that she enjoys it--...but she only did what she had to do to survive. And I am glad she found a way to survive.” 

Light: “You have to admit that you seem to be attracted to murderers, and vice versa. Maybe it’s only natural that this happened... And you have to realize that she got her affinity for changing names now from you, right?”

Some other things just off the top of my head: Light and L don’t think Gendry is good enough for Arya (until he makes her a sword? Then they sort of get it). Before then, they at least got her crush on Jaqen--if murder apparently interested her, as it would an honorable Wammy’s kid--but who was this Gendry fellow? And what kind of name was Gendry, anyway?

Sachiko loves Arya, because of course she would. Soichiro is somewhat afraid of what a child of Light and L will be like (he knows that his son was Kira), but is choosing to be hopeful and put all of his eggs into one basket, anyway. Sayu and Arya don’t get along that well (probably because of the tomboy and girly-girl thing. But they do try to be civil). And Matsuda is constantly thinking Arya’s going to be Kira 2.0, because he doesn’t want to be blindsided/betrayed again, but doesn’t say anything... But L, Light, and Arya all know Matsuda fears her, and probably laugh about it after their dinners together.

Though a part of L wants Arya to follow the “family business” and become a detective, he’s also open to any of her dreams. Arya decides she wants to travel some. That maybe she’ll be the first person to figure out what’s up with the Bermuda Triangle, and he thinks that that’s a beautiful thing. And he can’t say anything about her potentially wanting to risk her life to do it, because he risks his life for his line of work all the time, too. But eventually Arya does come home, and does probably become a detective like her parents.

The three probably have a lot of fun family outings, like to bakeries for one thing. And maybe Alaska?  L is from Britain, so he’s used to the cold. And I headcanon that this Arya likes the cold, even without being from Winterfell. So one time they visit there to look at wolves or something... and enjoy not having to pay taxes (even though L doesn’t even have to worry about it. Because he’s so rich) while they’re there... This was not Light’s favorite trip, but they still got a lot of cute pictures together, with wool coats and stuff. IDK.

Edit: So, in the books, there’s this scene where Arya is put in a dress and Gendry just bursts out laughing. Because it isn’t her. That scene probably still happens. And Light and L are probably there, too, and also laugh (maybe it’s a moment where Light and L finally get the Gendry thing), because they all know it isn’t her.

Edit 2: I forgot to mention that even though Arya is a quiet introvert, somewhat (like L). She’s also very charismatic (people always love her) and a good leader (like Light).

Edit 3: Arya totally gets to the point where she can beat Light and L in fights, of course... and most people.