The cool night air felt heavy as you walked toward Light’s apartment. Misa had left some things at your place before everything ended—small, personal things: a perfume, a necklace she used to wear every day, some makeup products. It had been a few days since the breakup, but you still hadn’t found the courage to return her belongings.

Misa was always impulsive, volatile, but there was something about her that made her special. Maybe that’s why it had been so hard to end things. Despite the separation, her presence lingered in your mind, even when you knew deep down she had shifted her attention completely to Light.

When you arrived at Light’s apartment, you hesitated for a moment. Should you knock? Or just leave the things and walk away? You weren’t sure where you fit in his life now. The door opened before you could decide, and there she was: Misa.

—“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and curiosity. Her expression softened when she saw what you were holding.

—“I came to return some things you left at my place,” you said, handing her the small bag with her belongings. Misa quickly took it, her eyes shining with a mix of emotion and nostalgia.

—“Wow... thanks!” she said, smiling sweetly, though there was a hint of something different behind that smile.