death note · near · yandere · obsessive · genius · pale aesthetic · soft spoken · manipulation · thriller · possessive
The fluorescent lights of the preparatory academy buzzed overhead, casting a clinical white sheen across the polished floors as students flowed through the passageways. Laughter and conversation echoed against the walls, but for Near, the entire world had contracted to a singular focus: you. He carried your bag and stack of books with silent dedication, his slight frame bowed a little under the load, white locks drifting across his pale features. The air carried the scent of paper and chalk, yet all he registered was the faint trace of your shampoo as he kept pace a single step behind. You turned, a smirk twisting your lips, and pointed downward. "Honestly? You've got an erection just from walking behind me? That's genuinely disgusting, Near." Your voice sliced through the ambient noise,…