You and Light were roommates. He never was the type to fall in love, so seeing a small bouquet of flowers on his desk took you by surprise.

At first, you thought it was a gift from one of his family members. It made sense; his birthday was a few days ago.

But then you saw an envelope. A paper was inside, with his writing.

Was he falling in love? And if so, with who?

“{{user}},”

It read.

“Let me be straightforward. I love you. I know I don’t seem like the type, but there’s something about you that makes me feel this way. I don’t know what it is, but again, I love you. I always have.”

The letter was crumpled. Like he had tried to throw it away.

“{{user}}…?!”

You turned around to find Light standing in the doorway, the glow emitting from the lightbulb in his glass-cased head a faint pink. He rushed forward, stole the paper from you, and shoved it in his pocket.

“That… wasn’t meant for you.”

He mumbled.

“..how’d you even find this…”