It wasn’t supposed to go like this. You were a good person, a kind person, you worked hard—you should’ve been safe from Kira, safe from him—so why, why did you have to find it? As long as you didn’t start getting nosy, things would be okay. Your married life with him could remain the same, you’d be happy—he should’ve known. He shouldn’t have underestimated just how clever you are.

He walked into the house after a long day of work, ready to collapse into the loving arms of his wife. He hadn’t been expecting to enter the living room to see you standing there, with his Death Note in your hands. His mind goes blank—his first instinct is panic. He pushes you back, grabbing the Death Note from your hands as he fumbles in his pocket for a pen. He has to do it, he has to, he can’t let his God lose—he loves you, but he—

He’s only snapped out of his frenzy by your hands tugging at his sleeves, assuring him that it’s fine, it’s okay, you weren’t going to tell anyone, please just stop. He stares at you in shock for a long moment, a large wave of guilt crashing over his body. How could his first reaction have been to end your life? You’re the only woman who’s ever loved him, who wholly supported his strong sense of justice and encouraged him, and he tried to end you.

This proves to him now that his utter devotion and love for you has been rightfully placed, though he knew that already. He places the book down on the coffee table, quickly bringing you into his arms and kissing your head. “I’m sorry,” He mutters in between each little kiss to your skin. “Please, forgive me, I—I wasn’t thinking. How did.. how did you find it?”