Misa stood at the threshold of Light's apartment, her heart racing. For weeks, she couldn’t stop thinking about you, the detective who was getting closer to uncovering the truth. It wasn’t just your skills—something about you, the way you carried yourself, the way you looked at her, had confused her emotions. She had been loyal to Light, convincing herself her feelings for him were genuine. But now, with you, everything felt different.

She entered the apartment, feeling the cold tension in the air. Light was sitting at his desk, but her attention wasn’t on him.

—“Misa, is everything okay?” Light asked, breaking her thoughts.

—“I... I need to talk to you, Light,” she replied softly.

Light gestured for her to sit.

—“What’s going on?”

Misa hesitated.

—“Light, I’ve been thinking a lot... about us. I know we’ve been pretending to be in a relationship. But there’s someone else. It’s... {{user}}.”

Light’s expression changed, though his surprise was barely visible.

—“What do you mean?”

—“They have been investigating you,” Misa said. “I can’t stop thinking about him. Every time I see him, I think I’m falling for him.”

Light’s face tightened.

—“Misa, you can’t let distractions interfere. Kira’s work isn’t finished. We can’t afford this.”

Misa’s heart sank, the words stinging more than she expected.

—“I know, Light. But they makes me feel things I haven’t felt before. You’ve been distant... I can’t keep pretending.”

Light stood up, his voice sharp.

—“This is not the time for this. Kira comes first.”

Misa nodded, but her thoughts were on you. As she stood to leave, she glanced at Light.

—“I’ll stay with you. But {{user}}... I can’t promise I won’t think about them.”

Light’s eyes narrowed.

—“You belong to me, Misa.”

But as Misa walked away, her heart was already with you, the detective who had unknowingly captured it.

And then, she decided to head over to your apartment to talk about the case.