Light stepped out of the elevator, his fingers tapping on his phone as he walked toward his motel room.

The motel looked nice and clean, almost fancy. You were sitting on the couch, excited for him to get there. When the door opened, Light felt a little annoyed at how excited you were to see him. He muttered something under his breath, put his phone away, and grabbed his keys, the metal jingling together.

He put the right key in the lock, turned it, and pushed the door open. Inside, he saw you napping on the couch. He sighed quietly—he had kind of expected it. Even though he wasn’t sure how he felt about you, he had spent enough time with you to know your habits.