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multifandoms27-blog · 2 years

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Light Yagami Relationship HC's

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Content: Light Yagami x gn!Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, Light murdering your friends, break up

Notes: This turned into more than relationship HC's, but this has also been in my drafts for a while and I just wanted to get it over with lol

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Lol

You're FUNNY if you think you could actually love Light Yagami

it's me. i'm funny.

Yeah, anyway-

Pre-Kira? Mans is alright. Doesn't exactly understand some relationship stuff, like the importance of affection other than soft kisses, but wont be afraid to ask

Will also probably make sure of your boundaries once the relationship starts

Wont start out head over heels, I think Light is somewhat of a demiromantic/sexual. It'll take him a while before he's head over heels for you.

Mostly a respectful boyfriend, if not clueless when it comes to this, again. Nothing wrong with that.

Now, post-Kira Light?

oh shit

He will still make sure of your boundaries, but he will begin to push at them after a while. See what your limit really is

This may lead him to using you like how he would use Misa, the only difference being that he actually had feelings for you

Speaking of Misa, he informs you of his decision to "date" her

Honestly? You broke up with him because of it. And good on you. You deserve wayyy better than that. However...

Nobody leaves Light Yagami heartbroken. You will be the true diety of the new world alongside him! No other woman or man or person matters other than you- can't you see that?!

He'll go on a desperate rant to you in the rain a couple weeks after your breakup. It was the first time he had seen you since then.

Of course, it's going to take more than begging to get you to go back to him. So, you leave him in the rain.

If he sees you with anyone else, he's finding a way to put their name in the notebook. He can't stand the thought of someone else having you but him - no matter the gender.

Eventually he tells you that Misa knows their relationship is fake and lies that he's free to date other people. He then explains the Shinigami eye deal to you (you already knew about the Kira part) and begs once again for you to come back

You tell him you have to think about it. On the surface, he accepts that answer, but in reality he's angry that you wont take him back

But, he knows if he gets angry, that you wont go back to him. Then who would he rule with?

Eventually you decide to get back with him, but you want your relationship on the down low

"Oh, because of my public relationship with Misa? I understand. That's actually pretty sma-"

"No. It's because I don't want to be made a fool out of." You responded coldly.

"W-wait, so I can't tell...anyone?" Light stood, grabbing your shoulders.

"No. Just like I haven't told anyone about the notebook, or that you're Kira." You glanced away. It was for the best.

Ryuk laughed hard that day.

Light was convinced that you wanted to keep it a secret because you had feelings for somebody else, and he just simply couldn't have that.

Suddenly, criminals stopped dying and people you knew were dying instead

Knowing it was Light, you knew he'd only stop if you allowed him to make your relationship known.

"Light- Light please." You begged, tears falling down your face as the fourth friend died this week. "Please, stop killing them..."

"But why should I? I'm afraid they might take you from me." Light caressed your cheek.

"I'll- I'll let you make our relationship known! Just please stop killing them!" You cried.

Light grinned. "I'm glad you've come to see the error of your ways. Very well, (Y/n). I'll stop killing your little friends once I make our relationship known."

Relieved, you embraced him. His grin widened, as the rest of your friends' names were already pre-written in the notebook with times and dates. He planned to make your relationship known after. It would send a message to you to not defy him, your future husband, again. And it would send a message to everyone else to avoid you, leaving you to be his and his alone.

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passionateseadruid · 26 days

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cross post aces

(Light may or may not be ace but I head-cannon him as Ace)

Alastor: All women are queens

Light: If she breaths, she’s a thot!

*starts light saber battle*

(Listen this is just for fun)

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wirelessweb · 2 months

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death note japanese live action (2006) 🍎📓

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dearestones · 1 year

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Trust Fall (Yandere! Yagami Light x M! Reader)

Warnings: Yandere character, yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, implied drugging, slight NSFW, etc.

Anonymous Request: I may or may not have just binged all your yandere Light fics and wow you write him really well!! If requests are still open and you don’t mind writing for him some more, could please maybe do yan Light (romantic) with a male childhood friend reader? Maybe even a little nsfw if that’s okay? Thanks a ton for your work so far!!

“Would you do it?”

“The only other option is to let you fall.” Light paused in the middle of his note taking, his handwriting as meticulous and detailed as ever. “If you fell at the right angle and without preparation, you could end up with a severe concussion. Or worse.”

“Well yeah, but even if I wasn’t at risk of falling, would you still catch me?”

His brown eyes glinted and he looked back at his notes, the dismissal clear in his actions. “Don’t you trust me? I will always be there for you.”

That was years ago, back when you were still first years in high school, but you can still remember that conversation to this day.

He didn’t talk to you all that often—he was consumed by his parents’ high expectations—but you knew that he valued your friendship that had arisen from your shared childhood.

But that was back in high school.

Sometimes, you worry about Light. He’s an all right kind of guy, brilliant and morally upright. However, despite the facade that you’ve seen him portray for everyone, including yourself, you cannot deny that there are moments when you feel like you don’t know him at all. Nowadays, whenever you see him, you’re struck with a sudden feeling that there’s something off about him. Sort of like if you leave last night’s dinner on the counter instead of kept in stasis in your refrigerator. On the surface, nothing’s changed, but if you really pay attention, you’ll find that the food is no longer the same.

In the same way, when you met up with Light several months into his first year at his university, you noticed that Light wasn’t as gregarious or as friendly as he was back in high school. At first, you had chalked it all up to maturation and a heavy workload from higher education, but that theory didn’t hold up too long. His features, already so handsome, had become almost gaunt, his cheekbones sharper and his eyes that much narrower. When he looked at you, he didn’t seem to actually see you.

He was somewhat closed off when you were younger—and you had entertained that he must have been lonely at the top—but now it seemed like he didn’t care. What used to be brown eyes brimming with wide eyed wonder at the world had become colder and harsher. Like water that had hardened to ice.

Oh, he played the part of someone who was happy to see their childhood friend again. When you approached him, you saw the cogs in his head turn at a terrifyingly high speed, before he made an offhand comment on how great you looked and if you were still in school. It was like a computer had latched onto your figure, made a calculation, and then delivered it promptly without room for error.

He made sure that he sounded warm, that his inflections were in the right place, and that he made the accommodating facial expressions spot on, but you felt like he was playing a role.

It didn’t feel like it was Light anymore.

Then again, you supposed that now that the both of you weren’t in the same school anymore, it was to be expected. New life experiences alter one’s perspective on life and you supposed that maybe Light was finally expressing his potential to those who could finally understand him. In fact, you thought that since he seemed so comfortable in that suit of his and surrounded by what you could call were his disciples (seriously, the young men and women who sometimes accompanied him seemed to praise his intelligence at every turn), he would dismiss you and never speak to you again.

Yet, that simply was not the case.

No sooner did you return to your apartment that you received a text from Light.

The text was rather cordial, but you could almost imagine Light was ruffling the back of his hair sheepishly, his fingers flying up and down the buttons on his cell phone. There was that nagging feeling again that this was a ploy for something, but since Light wasn’t there to influence your perceptions, you brushed it off.

Maybe you caught him at a bad time.

Maybe he was acting so strangely because it had been a long time and you did manage to surprise him when he was clearly on an outing with fellow university students.

You replied back and within an hour, the both of you switched to speaking on the phone and scheduling a place and time where you could meet again.

The next time you saw Light, you were once again somewhat aware that Light had changed, but it was muted now. It was like the last time you had seen him, the curtains had been raised open to let the audience take a sneak peek of the inner workings of the stage. However, as you seated yourself near a fountain in the middle of a mall, you saw that Light looked more open, looked a lot more like the Light that you used to know, but you knew that it was all a lie.

If he had seemed a little eerie, but bearable then, you were downright unnerved now.

Because Light’s smile and his flowing conversation drew you in and to your surprise, you wanted to be kept near his side. Was this what his disciples at the university felt like? It was almost like you were being inducted into a cult.

The stage curtain had been pulled aside during your first encounter, but now it was closed shut without any hint of an encore.

This Light you saw before you was trying to emulate the friend that you used to idolize back in high school.

And yet, you didn’t care.

The both of you got to talking about what was going on in both your lives. Well, it was mostly yourself now that you thought about it. Light was keen on knowing everything about you: from your work and school schedule, your current friends, and even your political views. In contrast, Light remained mostly silent and had only given you a paltry response to your inquiries about his time in university. Apparently, he had spent some time away from school to help work on a murder case for his father.

You were intrigued and somewhat confused. Was he truly that intelligent and qualified?

He waved away your concerns and said that he had taken classes online, thereby making sure that he was still up to date on his education, but that he was still surprised that his social life had flourished rather quickly. He laughed at that, almost like he was in on an inside joke. For reasons unknown to you, a sense of dread pooled and congealed into the pit of your stomach.

Eventually, the conversation stretched into the late evening and he convinced you that you should be with him more often.

And so you did.

As time went on, those fears and anxieties faded away. Your misgivings were still hanging around the edges of your mind, but they were muted and the emotions you associated with them were hollow at best. If you thought about them for too long, a sense of foreboding would overcome you, but you would think of Light and his kindhearted nature, of how he sacrificed so much of his first year as an adult helping his father out on an important case. Sometimes, when the both of you were accompanied by his other friends, you would see him praising them for their achievements and give them tips on how to improve their standing.

He was a great guy if you think about it and maybe that first few meetings with him since you were separated was just a result of stress. There was no reason for you to be suspicious of him, right?

And then, time passes and the both of you begin to grow closer together. The both of you talk about your hopes and dreams, of where you think you’ll be ten years down the future. Eventually, you no longer see Light’s friends. Rather, it’s just the two of you and whatever topic you want to talk about. It’s during these moments, when you think that the both of you are alone, that Light acts more touchy than usual.

At first, it confused you, but he would hold your hand gently, as if you were glass and his eyes would immediately seek you out whenever you enter a room. You had your suspicions at first, but when the both of you decided to visit a club late at night—you had brought it up as a joke, but Light took you seriously, almost as if he thought that you were challenging—you realized why Light was acting the way he was.

After downing a drink or two, a pretty young woman took you by the shoulder and asked you to dance. A little buzzed from the drink, you were more than happy to accompany her, only to find that Light’s hand was firmly clenched around your hip and that he was staring hard at the young woman. It was rare for him to pull rank on someone, but you had seen him before in action when an academic rival of his decided to “fact check” only for his rival to fall flat on his face when Light delivered a grenade that knocked him back into place.

“He’s with me,” Light said with confidence.

As he said those words, he tugged you into him and you were flush against his chest and his other arm curling around your waist. Dread filled you again, but it was mixed with those drinks of yours. You could say that you were… somewhat awed. Maybe even impressed? No, those were the wrong words; you were aroused by his confidence that you would acquiesce to his dominant nature.

“O-oh, sorry!” The young woman, who had been smiling in flirtation, quickly took her leave and began hitting on someone else.

Together, the both of you stayed in that same position. As the club’s light pulsed in time with the rhythm of the pounding music, you could feel him. Just him. His breath ghosted across the skin of your neck, his arms were your cage. His chest, his legs, his entire being was like a wall that you hesitantly leaned towards.

He hummed in approval and you felt your pants become just a little bit tighter and the hold on your sanity slowly slipping.

“Was that necessary,” you mumbled, knowing that he would hear.

“Well, I should hope so.” His hand squeezed your hip and if it weren’t for the fabric of your shirt shielding the smooth expanse of your skin, you expect to see a series of crescent moons close to bleeding. “You’re my friend and I’m not too keen on letting you go that easily.”

“Friend?” You parroted back at him, unsure if he was joking. You had suspected that maybe…

Suddenly, you felt something rough grinding up and down against your ass, something hard poking against you. You gasped and if you had the strength, you would have turned around, but you didn’t want to. Was it really Light who was touching you so inappropriately, yet embracing you with the devotion of an intimate lover?

Hesitantly, you looked back.

His eyes met yours and they gazed at you with what you could only assume was predatory delight. Apprehension ran up and down your spine, your breath stilled, but you remained still in his hold. You even found yourself leaning into it.

He hummed under his breath—you could feel slight rumbles under his chest.

He was pleased with your response.

“A misnomer,” he seemingly apologized. He spun you in his arms and his mouth neared yours. You prepared yourself for a kiss, but he laughed. “A little bit eager, are we? Do you want me to kiss you now?”

The lights pulsed, your head pounded, and you were feeling so very warm. So very hot.

You couldn’t think clearly, but you felt your head nodding.

“Hmmm, but would this make you mine?”

What did that mean? Never mind that, you thought. The heat was clouding everything around you until you were stuck in a bubble that was just you, Light, and the rising tension and crackle of electricity between the two of you.

“Yes,” you leaned into him, only for him to dodge your attempt to kiss him. You pouted, but continued to plead in a way that would embarrass you come morning. “Yes, I’ll be yours. Just—!”

He kissed you sweetly, but at the very back of your mind, you couldn’t help but think that his kiss was too perfect. Too practiced.

And—

If you were being really honest…

You could have sworn that it would have taken more than just two drinks for you to become so pliant and trusting.

Oh well, you always trusted Light to catch you if you ever fell. You just never realized that it would be in a romantic light.

DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.

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pe0pleall3rgy · 1 year

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I missed making Death Note content.

#death note #death note anime #death note fanart #death note fandom #death note light #light death note #light yagami #light yagami death note #death note light yagami #death note kira #kira death note #fanart #my art #my artwork

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omnihilo · 6 months

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Light Yagami definitely doesn’t know what a clitoris is.

#omni #omnihilo #Death Note #Light #Light Yagami #Yagami #Death Note Light #funny #meme #memes #Death Note crack #Death Note funny #Death Note meme #Death Note memes #Death Note Light Yagami

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n4gichan · 2 years

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For real 😩

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mostpatheticlittleguy · 1 year

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#most pathetic little guy comp #most pathetic comp #death note #death note light yagami #yagami light #light yagami #mitaka asa #asa mitaka #asa chainsaw man #chainsaw man #chainsaw man pt2 #asa csm #csm part 2 #csm

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xionshadow · 1 year

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Happy April 1st!

This year's ship is Godshipping! Featuring the two men who look way to fucking alike. Curtsy of my beloved Riku for having brainrot about them.

#death note #yugioh #seto kaiba #light yamagi #death note light yagami #yugioh seto kaiba #my art 2023 #my fanart #chibis #I really made this in two days for this damn day #shaking my head rn #the things you do for april

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dailyfigures · 1 year

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Light Yagami ; Death Note ☆ Griffon Enterprises

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palatteflags · 1 year

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Light Yagami based Transfem Boy (flag made by @kiruliom) moodboard ^^ For an anon~ Hope you like this!!

Want one? Send an ask~~ -mod Jay

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ghost-wrc · 1 year

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all of my Death Note art so far. I have a few more planned, as well as a few drafts that I want to come back to. I don’t normally draw complicated backgrounds but I’m very tempted to draw that one picture of L surrounded by every goddamn dessert in existence in my style, I think it would be a fun challenge :3 ALSO in the picture of Light, L, and Misa - that was a collab with my partner (@rat_bastard_hours on IG), they drew the lines and I did the colors <3

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loveemii · 1 year

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𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑹𝒚𝒖𝒌 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒕, 𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑽𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑴𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓

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“hey! sorry i’m late.”

y/n said as she took a seat at her desk, her teacher excused her and continued to teach his lesson. after class he kept y/n from leaving the class as he wanted to discuss something.

“do you mind staying a while? i need to talk to you about the 1.01 quiz.”

“ok, what about it exactly?”

“well you have a low score and i was thinking maybe you could retake it and get that grade up.”

“oh yeah for sure, thanks!”

“unless.”

the male teacher stated as he put his coffee cup down on his desk, y/n looked at her shinigami ryuk with an eyebrow. he gave her the same look but then looked at the teacher with his sinister twisted eyes.

“unless what?”

“unless you want to get that grade up easy.”

“huh?”

y/n was an oblivious girl and thus never knew when someone was flirting or being disgusting towards her. ryuk knew though, he’s the one who always told her afterwards like “that guy was flirting with you ya’know.”

“just hop on my cock and make me feel good yeah? what do you say?”

her teacher said as he grabbed y/n’s ass. ryuk took action and took you’re death note out of your bag and touched your teacher with it on his elbow. y/n’s face was in shock and she couldn’t move.

“hey there, nice to meet you! i’m ryuk.”

ryuk said as he laughed like a maniac as the teachers expression. he let go of y/n and ryuk put her behind him. the teacher fell to the floor staring in horror at ryuk. he looked the teacher dead in the face before he spoke.

“i should kill you right now. how does that sound?”

ryuk said as he kneeled down to the teacher he grabbed the teachers face to look him in the eyes. y/n then began to laugh at her teacher who was helplessly terrified of ryuk.

“what the hell is this y/n?!”

“this is ryuk, and he’ll kill you either way. if you touch me or not you’ll be dead.”

y/n said as her eyes became sinister and less oblivious, ryuk let out a chuckle to her new behavior. he then turned back to the teacher with his glowing red eyes same as y/n’s.

“how should we kill ‘em?

“i don’t know ryuk, so many options. suicide? what do you think?”

“i think that’s just perfect.”

ryuk said as he stood up and went behind y/n who was writing in the death note. she pictured her teachers name as she wrote..while speaking out loud.

“Mr. Kouyan took his own life in his classroom by chocking himself to death with his very own work tie.”

“beautiful.”

ryuk said as he put his long huge hands over y/n’s shoulders. they laughed as they watched him slowly get up and tie his tie to his neck as he tightened it to the point he was gasping for air.

“let’s go kid.”

ryuk said as he opened the door for y/n, they walked out the school as if nothing happened, ryuk floating behind her as they made their way back to y/n’s house.

the next morning it was on the news, y/n was eating chips while ryuk was eating apples.

“he had it coming. people like him and many others deserve to die and rot.”

y/n said as she turned up the volume, ryuk saw a familiar memory that never faded away.

“you remind me of someone.”

ryuk said as y/n giggled a little before putting another chip in her mouth, ryuk continued to eat his apples.

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ty for reading i hope you enjoyed :)

(please excuse any typos)

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dearestones · 1 year

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Among All Other Delights (Yandere! Yagami Light x Reader)

Warnings: Yandere character, yandere behavior, manipulation, kidnapping, threats of starvation, compliant reader, etc.

Anonymous Request: Hihi, saw you did yandere Death Note. May I request yandere Light being stressed about L? His S/O he kidnapped comforts him. Also can Light be softer rather than an abusive jackass? Lol I'm a sucker for seing soft Light.

You weren’t quite sure how Light managed it, but he somehow not only managed to kidnap you, but he also managed to evade his minders from the investigation that he was working on. You weren’t too sure how far up the ranks Light managed to climb (he was still a university student, right?), but the way he talked about it whenever he would visit, it would seem that he was working closely with his father and a high ranking detective. Like any other person in their right mind, you tried to pry as many details as you could out of him.

Who were they investigating?

What crimes were so heinous that they had to employ Light’s genius to help them?

What was so important that Light could only spare a few hours a day before he had to be called away?

Despite your questions, Light refused to answer them all. Well, it wasn’t outright refusal. Even when he was at his most cruel, Light still retained the boyish demeanor that was more befitting of that of a fresh university student instead of someone low enough to kidnap another person. Deflection and condescension seemed to be Light’s go-to method to rein you in. It was that or he would simply refuse to speak to you and cut your food rations in half.

You questioned him about the food and he had said that he did not see the point in starving you when he already had you in his grasp. It would be a waste of effort. He wanted you alive and compliant, not emaciated and clinging to life.

Well.

Even if he had kidnapped you and limited your mobility to the confines of the abandoned house that he had found years before, you could firmly say that he wasn’t a murderer.

Today, Light had decided to unchain you from the wall, a pleasant smile on his face as he helped you to your feet. Ever since you had become compliant to Light’s needs, he had been more than willing to let you stretch your legs nearly the entire time he would visit you. At first, the both of you merely strolled only a few feet in and around out the house, but when the both of you managed to reach an equilibrium in this strange, but ever present companionship, you began to opt to walk farther and farther into the woods.

Your thought process was simple: find out where you were and then escape.

It was that or come across another traveler in the strange wood and call out for help.

If Light were any lesser man or strategist, perhaps your methods would have worked.

What you couldn’t account for was that Light was meticulous because despite how many times you walked outside, you never knew where you were. Day in and day out, every minute you tried to grasp at the fragile facade of freedom, you could never gain your bearings. It was all the same; trees, grey sky, and Light’s domineering presence at your side.

If it were not for Light’s news about the outside world, you would have thought that you were stuck in purgatory.

Meandering around could have been excused as a way to get to know each other better (not like you needed to know more about Light, you just wanted to get out), but the both of you knew the truth of it.

You were looking for a way out.

You held no awards for great acting; it was quite obvious that despite how lax the rope that bound you to Light, your eyes were always cataloguing the background, always retracing steps and planning for the future.

Similarly, Light would guide you under the guise of a doting boyfriend. His hand would spread against the flat of your lower back and if you happened to stop for too long or if you tried to wander off in a certain direction, he would sternly steer you away. It was subtle, but the action told you more than his words were.

You might have looked like a couple on equal footing from the outside, but Light still retained control.

As Light offered you his arm (an act of chivalry that you gently teased him for), he placed a little paper bag into your waiting hand. You had heard it crinkling in his arms when he had first entered the house, but he had yet to reveal the contents of it. You had made no effort to ask after it because you knew that one way or another, Light was going to make sure you knew what was inside of it.

The last time Light had given you something, it was a cup of freshly brewed tea. You had been so surprised and overcome with emotion, that you allowed him to pull you into his lap while you nursed the beverage. It was a selfish act of false kindness, but you were so starved for the normal comforts of life that you drowned the little voice telling you not to fall for his blatant lies with the gift.

Since then, Light has offered you more material items as if to gain your favor.

Sometimes, it was a few textbooks that you would have been studying if you had stayed in university.

Other times, he would buy you a few articles of clothing reminiscent of the styles that you would usually wear.

Now, as you fingered the paper bag, you found that there were two pastries nestled at the bottom. You sniffed it and you felt your lips lift at the buttery smell of croissants filling your nose.

Light hugged you from behind, his nose settling into the nook behind your ear, causing you to shiver. Back when you had been first kidnapped, you would have thrown him off without so much as an apology. Today, you sighed in contentment and slowly leaned back. Warmth was a luxury you could barely afford; you could no longer care that it was Light offering such a comfort.

His breath brushed against the line of your jaw. “I tried to get them fresh, but the lead detective on the team was feeling particularly vindictive today.”

While Light remained close lipped about most of his dealings with the investigation that he was part of, something about this lead detective that he supposedly respected got under his skin. He tried to play it off like it was some sort of rivalry or burgeoning resentment (akin to a young rookie realizing that their idol shouldn’t be admired), but something deeper simmered underneath the surface. As much as you would like to say your kidnapper could be generous and kind at times, even you knew that it was a front.

Everyone had their limits.

And Light’s lead detective was pushing him towards his breaking point.

You sometimes forgot that he was nothing more than an aspiring university student intending on following in his father’s footsteps, but times like these really hit home for you. Irritation that he unsuccessfully tried to hide was made clear in the way his jaw tightened and the darkness in his eyes seemed to boil over. Later, when you would be alone and without the comfort of buttery croissants and Light, you would be disgusted by how normal this all seemed to you.

Despite yourself, you knew Light; you were paying attention to him and his moods.

Hesitant, but with purpose, you held his hand in one of your own. You used to marvel at how soft and delicate his hands were. These were the hands that pianists and typists envied. They were quick and slight; slender and well maintained. You would have never guessed that these hands could do such terrible things like kidnapping their friends.

“I don’t care about the croissants, Light.” A tremulous breath and a slow, unsure smile. “Besides, you’re here now. And that’s what matters.”

You watched in detached content as Light’s entire body seemed to deflate and relax. Had he been so on edge this entire time? No wonder you had been so willing to be led around all day. It sickened you; you were so well trained that you didn’t have to be conscious of how well you knew him.

“You’re right.” The hand that you were holding squeezed yours back, the pressure as light as a butterfly’s wing. You held your breath as Light brought your hand up to his lips before kissing the back of your knuckles in a slight brush that had you almost gasping for air. He seemed to laugh at that, his thumb brushing against your fingers. “I’m here now, so let’s relax while we’ve still got the time. Shall we?”

And just like countless times before, Light began to usher you around the woods, the hand on your back a gentle guiding presence that belied a nature that you only barely started to grasp.

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