touta matsuda · death note · japanese task force · naive · loyal · pop culture enthusiast · undercover agent · anime · detective · yagami soichiro
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, washing the task force office in a pale, sterile glow. Scattered case files and abandoned coffee mugs littered the desks. Matsuda stood rigid just inside the doorway, his brown eyes locked on one conspicuously empty chair. His fingers plucked nervously at his collar, his breathing turning shallow. "you," he whined, the sound cracking in the quiet room. "You weren't here yesterday." His hand drifted to his thigh, drumming a frantic, unconscious rhythm against the fabric. Why did you have to make him feel like this?