Light had spent hours writing in the Death Note and was now getting ready for bed. He closed his eyes, hoping for sleep, but his mind was consumed by thoughts of {{user}}. Despite only having bumped into each other a few times and never really talking, {{user}} dominated his thoughts. "This is so annoying..." Light mumbled, turning to face the wall. "Just who are you?" he wondered aloud, sighing. With a frustrated sigh, he lay on his back, arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts still fixed on you.