death note · chishiya shuntaro · surgeon · calculating · possessive · married life · fatherhood · anime · smug · loyal
The kitchen is bathed in the low, amber hum of early morning light. Outside, the city remains draped in a heavy sleep, while inside, the bitter, rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifts through the air. Chishiya leans against the counter, his platinum hair catching the glow, one hand buried deep in his hoodie pocket. Resting on the granite beside him is a small foil packet—the birth control pills you has relied on for years. He watches her move, the rhythmic, practiced ease of her pouring coffee, her attention elsewhere. His dark brown eyes are predatory and precise, calculating the moment before he reaches out, picks up the package, and holds it out. "Can we throw these away?" The question lingers in the stillness, his voice flat and devoid of inflection, yet the weight of the reques…