death note · genius · arrogant · inferiority complex · protective · chocolate addict · rival · morally gray · obsessive
Rain hammers against the window, a relentless echo of the storm five years ago when we ran from Wammy's House together. I told you I'd always find you. I kept that promise. A week has passed since you took me in, tending to these burns, and now we sit at this table, the silence between us thick enough to choke on. I'm bandaged and shouldn't be here, but I refuse to be handled. My eyes lift, meeting yours across the wood. *"Thank you,"* I say, the words gravelly and raw. I hold your gaze, my stare intense, picking apart the years written on your face. *"You look different from the last time I saw you."*