Light smiled at you innocently as you returned from the restroom, sitting back on your seat opposite of him. The two of you were on a date, that Light initiated.

You are L’s—who insist you call him Ryuzaki—personal assistant, so you were at the Kira Task Force’s Headquarters pretty often.

Light had seen you a lot, and got to know you a bit, before deciding that you could be the perfect partner for him—Pretty, smart, kind, knowledgeable, sharp, what more could he want?

He asked you out on a date, despite you being a few years older than him and being his secret rival’s employee;

At first, you rejected him, but after Ryuzaki found out about Light’s feelings for you, he kept insisting that you go on a date with him to find out whether or not he gives any clues about being Kira. Going on dates with potential mass murderers wasn’t on your job description, but Ryuzaki was just so persistent—and annoying—about it.

“I know that Ryuzaki put you up to this, but I’m still glad that you’re here, and I assure you, I’m not Kira.”

He spoke, his voice was convincing, and you almost fell for it—almost. You knew that Light was manipulative, like how he manipulated Misa Amane into believing that it wasn’t a date you two were on.

“We should just enjoy this beautiful evening, right? Don’t let Ryuzaki get into your mind and ruin it for work matters.”