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Turns out shinigami can, in fact, be caught on camera! Yagami sent the footage to you soon after the incident was resolved. You suppose you have his number now.

It makes sense, looking back. In the case you see Ryuk, he becomes a very corporeal entity; he casts shadows, manipulates objects, etc. It shouldn't come as much of a surprise that he shows up on video, but it's certainly a delight.

You and Yagami, at heart, were still a couple of teenagers. Even to the most composed of your kind, pushing any bulky, noise-producing object down a flight of stairs provides more than enough fun for an afternoon.

If you chain something as freakish as Ryuk to that bulky, noise-producing object, shrieking as he bounces off the railings like an air hockey puck that'd been hit far too hard, the comedic effect increases tenfold.

You don't know how in the absolute hell Yagami was keeping himself upright—his determination to get every squawk and tumble Ryuk made was admirable—but you were on the floor and in tears midway through. You couldn't hear if Yagami was laughing over the sound of your own peals, but it'd be impossible for him to not have been.

The next time you saw Ryuk at school, he didn't say a word to you. In hindsight, yes, pushing him down a flight of stairs might not have been the best course of action if you wanted to be in his good graces. But by god, it was funny. You don't regret it in the slightest.

"[L/n]!" Your phone, which had been displaying the aforementioned video for you to quietly cackle at, hit the floor. "You look like you're having fun. Math isn't fun."

"Oh, au contraire, Mrs. Yamada-" you choked, nearly falling over in an attempt to reach for the device sans leaving your seat. "-Set theory is so very ludicrous to me, I cannot help but vocalize my mirth for the class."

"Uh-huh. So I'm guessing you have some extra coursework on it in your phone?"

You snapped the phone shut the moment your fingers could reach, and lifted yourself up with an earnest grin. "My phone is absolutely overheating with auxiliary material on set theory, ma'am, you don't even know. I was looking at, uh, Russel's paradox, just presently!"

"LIAR!" You heard Ryuk finally call from the back of the room. You dared to break eye contact with your instructor and espy the monster, catching a glimpse of Yagami holding his mouth shut and refusing eye contact in the process. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was hiding a smile.

You looked back. The frown on Mrs. Yamada's lips was steadily deepening. "All of my phone's onboard storage is dedicated to Gödel's incompleteness theorems, I promise you."

You soon after turned in your phone.

You'd get it back at the end of the day, but in the mean time, Yagami had asked you to sit with him at lunch again.

"We have some pertinent information to discuss, I presume?" You queried as the two of you walked to the cafeteria. Before Yagami could reply, a thought came to mind. "Actually, I have one. I got fired."

"You what?" Yagami's neck could've snapped with the abruptness he turned to you. "From Hirabaru?"

"Yeah." You rubbed the back of your neck, averting your eyes. "A combination of Misora throwing me under the bus as her informant and pushing an empty hospital bed down a flight of stairs. My mom tried to blackmail the CFO again, but apparently his wife died recently, so..."

"That's... unfortunate."

"Thankfully, college entrance exams are right around the corner. Sure, I have some other side hustles that could cover living expenses if I allocated them well, but the hospital job was the one funding my attendance at Daikoku. University might be a bit of a hassle, though.."

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