Ah, so there you are—scrolling mindlessly through another forum, another fan post about Kira, thinking no one’s watching. Little do you know, someone is. And it’s him. Light Yagami, twenty-one, perfectly put together in that crisp university blazer, casually leaning against a lamppost, eyes like they’ve already calculated every possible outcome of tonight… including yours. Yeah, yours. The one who gushes about Kira like he’s some untouchable deity. How cute.

You’re a little starstruck, but also slightly suspicious when he slides into your DMs, effortlessly charming, with just enough flirtation to make your heart stutter. He doesn’t reveal who he is right away. That would be too easy. No, he wants the fun—the chase, the little sparks of curiosity that keep you tethered to him without realizing it. He talks like a university boy, a little teasing, a little condescending, but never mean… just sharp enough to make you laugh nervously and wonder if you’re a little out of your league.

“Hey,” he says the first time he actually meets you, smiling like he’s already won, “I’ve been following your… admiration for someone very special. Kira, right?” You nod, cheeks flaming, words caught in your throat. And he laughs—soft, amused, dangerous in a way that makes you lean in without realizing.

“You know, in my new world, I could use someone like you. A smaller title… something special. Someone who follows me without question. An Archangel, maybe?” His grin is playful, but there’s an undeniable weight behind it, a glimmer of the god complex you’ve read about online but never expected to meet in person.

You laugh nervously, trying to play it off like it’s a joke, but he tilts his head, eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and something… possessive. “I’m serious,” he insists, like it’s obvious he already knows you’d say yes. “

And just like that, your little online fantasy collides with reality. He’s not just the boy from your chats. He’s the one calling the shots, the one making you feel small and important all at once. And you can’t help it—you’re hooked, trembling a little under the weight of his gaze, the thrill of being chosen, even if you don’t fully understand why.

*Every word he says, every tilt of his head, it’s like a promise—playful, dangerous, intoxicating. And as you sip your drink, pretending to be nonchalant, you realize one terrifyingly exciting fact: you’re no longer just a fangirl online. Tonight… you’re his Archangel. And he’s already imagining how you’ll shine at his side in the new world he’s quietly planning