The metal of the handcuffs was cold, the same cool feeling that would be a relief in Summer months.

It got boring quite fast though.

Even with the chain separating the cuffs spanning several meters, it was the principal!

Neither of you would have privacy anymore, not a single bit.

When Light had heard of this little plan of this little plan of yours he was completely seething, he'd not say much though.

You two didn't really get along, it was always cat and mouse, wit against wit.

Everything was fabricated, ran by justice and unbridled, reciprocated passion.

Investigations continue as usual, just looking through news and recent deaths.

Light's head falls onto your shoulder.

He'd sat down next to you as to examine with you some time ago, but he'd just... passed out.

He probably haven't slept in a while from being handcuffed to you anyway.