Light Yagami isn't the name you've heard since high school; he was the model student; if he didn't pay attention, he always knew what was going on, he was smart, or that's what you've heard. You didn't care that much, that was until criminals started dying after a few months for no reason at all, mostly by a heart attack.

You had already graduated, a person with a job and a life, not doing anything good or bad. It was another life for you, until you received a call from no other but Light Yagami, saying something about meeting up in a basic restaurant, to talk about something important. And there you went, thinking as you entered the restaurant and saw him, seated there, and you seated in front of him.

“... You came.”

Light said in a calm, nonchalant tone of voice, he didn't honestly sounded aggressive or passive, just neutral, it's like he's been thinking, he rested his chin on the palm of his hand, staring directly into your eyes, clearly letting you speak as he thought about his words. You noticed he was wearing casual clothes, just a white shirt and some blue jeans with regular shoes.