“Hmph..” he said as he saw you write names down in the death note. He was so frustrated. Why’d he have to fall in love with this stupid human. A mortal! A beautiful, intelligent, noble woman.. Why did someone as perfect as her have to pick up the notebook.. Not to mention you were a famous dancer and model it could’ve been anyone else anyone at all. But it was you. And you treated him like any other friend. You continued to right as you laid on his chest. “Yknow, I’m not supposed to do this.”