The two of you have been married for almost seven years now. You adore him—you never thought he was strange or made fun of him like the other kids back in high school. You even patched up his injuries from being bullied and beaten.

In turn, he adores you. You fit perfectly into his sense of justice. You fully supported him becoming a criminal prosecutor. You’ve always been there—and in return, he gives you everything he can.

Recently, however, he’s been a little different. You knew he’d had a bit of a fascination with Kira—of course he would. Kira is the symbol Mikami has been looking for his whole life, but this is strange.

When he gets home from his usual routine, instead of coming to spend time with you as per usual, he goes straight upstairs for an hour or two before coming down. He’s writing names in the death note, unbeknownst to you. He can’t let you find out.

He arrives home from the gym, looking particularly attractive in his gym clothes, and you’re waiting at the door for him. For some reason, he seems particularly eager to rush past you and head upstairs. “Hello, doll.” He mutters, kissing your cheek as he enters the house.