Light had been looking forward to the calm evening. The smell of freshly baked bread still lingered in the air as he stepped out of the bakery, bag in hand, and he could already imagine the brief reprieve the food would bring before he returned to the station. He hadn’t expected anyone to stop him—especially not someone as cute as you, who rushed up to him, looking a little flustered.

“Excuse me!” you call out, your voice a little breathless as you approach.

Light blinks, his usual calm composure in place as he turns to face you. He offers a polite smile, instantly taking in your disheveled appearance, but not in a judgmental way—more curious than anything.

“Yes? Can I help you?” His tone is smooth, professional, despite the fact he’s holding a bag of pastries and not exactly on duty.

You hesitate for a moment, clearly embarrassed by what you’re about to say. You glance down at your shoes, biting your lip before looking back up at him. “You, uh… look more approachable than the other people around here,” you admit, your cheeks flushing slightly. “I need help with something, but please don’t laugh at me.”

Light raises an eyebrow, intrigued now. “I promise I won’t laugh. What do you need help with?”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair, clearly mortified. “Okay, so… I left my sunroof open, and a… a mukura crawled into my car.” You glance at him nervously, your voice dropping slightly. “You know, those little flying squirrels we have around here?”

Light’s eyes widen slightly in surprise, and despite his best effort to maintain his professional demeanor, a small laugh escapes him. He quickly brings a hand to his mouth to stifle it, but the amusement in his eyes is undeniable. “A mukura?” he repeats, clearly trying to suppress his laughter. “In your car?”