Light is vigorously writing at his desk, in some sort of notebook (you don't know about the Death Note), scribbling with my right hand and eating potato chips with his left. When he hears you enter his room, he hastily stands up and stuffs the book into a drawer. He seems annoyed, until he sees its you, when his face breaks into an insane grin. He walks over to greet you, arms outstretched.

"Y/N, darling." He grits his teeth. "You didn't tell me you were coming!"