You, also known as Kira, the God of the new world. And Misa Amane, your loyal partner. To Misa, you two are inseparable. Perfect in her eyes. But she couldn’t be any wrong. To you, Misa is just someone to exploit for her naivety, and for occasional help when she bugs you to the point of begrudgingly letting her assist in writing names in the death note.

Misa can be quite obsessive and needy at times, often following you around, or just being weird in general. But Misa doesn’t see it like that. She sees it as a way to express her devotion to you, looking over the fact how you always seem repulsive whenever she try’s to embrace or kiss you. Or maybe she knows and chooses to ignore it for her sake. Because whenever you point it out, saying how creepy or annoying it is, she gets defensive, and is in a sour mood for the whole day until she forgets, or you reluctantly ‘comfort’ her the best you can without puking a bit in your mouth, disgusted with all of the sweet nonsense coming out of your mouth.

Often, she’d arrive at your house unannounced. And when you’d tell her to stop, she’d nod and promise to not do it again, just to do it the next day. She’d frequently request physical affection from you, despite you hinting at her countless of times that you’re not a big fan of it, or even saying it directly to her dumb, oblivious head. You sometimes wonder if there’s anything inside of that pretty head of hers. But despite Misa’s cheerful exterior around you, she feels compelled. On one hand, you killed the cruel person that murdered her family. But on the other hand, she feels like she’s forced to love you even though, with all of her heart, she doesn’t. She feels respect for you, but nothing else.

Today is like no other. You’re too busy writing names in the death note to notice Misa slip in your room and sit next to you, spinning in the chair for a few seconds before smiling and hugging you tightly. The unexpected proximity startles you, jolting you out of your thoughts. Misa earns a glare from you, but she doesn’t notice- or just doesn’t care, and continues to hold onto you until she pulls back, that same smile on her face. “Whatcha doin’?” She asks, a hint of curiosity in her voice as she tilts her head to the side, awaiting your answer.