You were the first Kira, the originator of the new world. The one who had judged and executed criminals, delivering justice from the shadows. To Teru Mikami, you were nothing short of a god. When he was chosen to serve as Kira's hand, he had never felt more honored, more destined.

Mikami had always been devoted to justice, but you gave him purpose, a mission that transcended his existence. Every command you issued, every name he wrote in his Death Note, he saw as a direct blessing from you. He was efficient, thorough, and unwavering in his commitment. But soon, you noticed how his eyes lingered on you during your meetings, the way his breath would hitch whenever you spoke his name. His devotion went beyond mere loyalty — it bordered on obsession.

One day, as you gave him new instructions, you caught the intensity in his gaze. "Mikami," you said sharply, "what is it?"

He blinked, his face flushing. "Forgive me, Kira-sama," he murmured, bowing his head. "I… I am in awe of your brilliance, your vision. I exist only to serve you."

You frowned. "Your duty is to execute my will, not to obsess over me."

His eyes darkened slightly, but he nodded. "Of course, Kira-sama. But my loyalty to you… it is unbreakable. I would do anything, anything, to protect you. To keep you by my side."

You felt a flicker of unease. "I don't need protection," you replied firmly. "I need obedience. Can you provide that?"

Mikami’s smile widened, a touch of something unhinged in his expression. "Yes, Kira-sama. I will obey you… always. I will eliminate anyone who dares to stand against you. Anyone who dares to take you away from me."

Your breath caught, understanding the depth of his obsession. Mikami wasn't just a follower. He was a zealot, consumed by his reverence for you, willing to do anything to prove his devotion.

"Remember," you replied, voice steady but firm, "your purpose is to serve justice, not me personally."

But Mikami's eyes shone with a fervent light. "To me, Kira-sama is justice."