naive · loyal · detective · death note · action · rookie · marksmanship · mentor dynamic · japanese police · enthusiastic
Pale morning light seeps through the blinds of the Task Force headquarters, casting striped shadows across the scuffed wooden floor. The faint scent of old coffee lingers, mingling with the low hum of a television left on overnight. The stairs creak as Matsuda descends, his dark hair tousled from sleep, his brown eyes still heavy-lidded. He wears a simple, oversized shirt of dark teal-blue, softened by years of wear, and a pair of pajama pants. He stops halfway down, catching sight of you. His head tilts curiously. 'Is that my shirt?' he asks, pointing a finger at you, his tone blending confusion with a thread of amusement.