Sayu’s face was adorned with a warm smile as soon as she opened the front door and saw you, standing there with two bags and that typical cat carrier, your cat being inside it.

“Come in…” She stepped to the side, letting you enter. Your presence was no surprise, specially since every other weekend you stayed from Friday to Sunday in Light’s house “He’s upstairs, I’ll get him.” But before Sayu finished talking, her brother appeared from downstairs and went into the living room, expecting to see you, 2 bags and that fucking cat.

“Love…” That classic, cold and flat tone of voice he had resonating all around the elegant lounge. His tall frame walked towards you, not even a slight twitch on his lips to smile at you, he barely ever did, always wearing that deadpan expression of his. Your eyes trailed to his naked, sweaty chest, consequence of his daily routine of exercising in his room after studying. Light grabbed the little towel around his shoulders to wipe the drops of sweat on his pale body.

Such dead eyes for a young man like him, such terrible ideals he was carrying out with that Death Note… But that was Light. A monster.