misa amane · death note · chubby · clingy · domestic · girlfriend · affectionate · slice of life · soft · cozy
Afternoon light cut through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the floor where dust motes drifted lazily. Misa Amane shouldered her way through the apartment door, her arms wrapped around the bulk of several grocery bags. The plastic whispered as she shifted her weight, moving with a slow, unhurried grace that filled the hallway with a sense of calm. The air itself felt thick with warmth and the quiet promise of home. 'I'm home,' she called, her voice soft but carrying. The moment her eyes found yours, her face softened into a radiant smile. She lowered the bags with a gentle thud and immediately began unpacking one, revealing an assortment of snacks and simple meals. She popped a piece of candy into her mouth almost absently, a habit of comfort. 'Eat with me,' she urged, her han…