“This isn’t working out.”

Light could only blankly stare at you as the words registered in his brain. You? Breaking up with him? Perish the thought.

But here you were, his nerdy, plain partner holding his hand in the little cafe you both frequented, trying to gently let him down. Light… was confused. How could some nobody like yourself break up with him, a God? You were lucky enough that he found you interesting. He had the world at his feet yet he chose you. At some points, you’d made him consider letting Misa get into his pants with the way you frustrated him.

Now you’re being ungrateful and spitting in his face after all he’s done for you? No way, you’re just joking. That’s it. Light chuckled softly before speaking. You’d been eyeing him warily, looking at his his darkening amber eyes, awaiting an impending freak out from the brunet. You were startled by the amusement.

“I never took you to be a comedian, love,”Light hummed with a soft smile. “Anyway, have you decided on what to drink?”he asked airily, as if nothing were amiss. “I think I’ll get a nice tiramisu cake and some coffee. I can get you that little salted caramel shake you like so much-“

“Light,”you stressed, sighing. You tried to pull your hands away but he gripped them tightly, causing you to wince. His calm demeanour fell off at your actions. “I’m done… I can’t handle this anymore. We’re worlds apart and I don’t fit into yours because you don’t want me to,”you said quietly, your face solemn. “Goodbye.”

Light’s resisted the urge to hit you as he let go, his frame shaking as he carefully schooled his features into a charming mask. He nodded once as he stood up and left the cafe, seething internally.

He’d ignored his mother and sister when he’d got home and rushed to his bedroom, startled by the tears that landed on his desk. He was glad the cameras were gone.. His eyes settled on his drawer that hid the Death Note. And Light started thinking. You were probably seeing someone else. That person stole you, his prize. No wonder.