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It greatly confused you ( ♀ ) when and why LIGHT YAGAMI ( Death Note ) invited you over to his house before classes started. You barely held a proper conversation with him, and he was once your partner in public speaking class! Public speaking! The whole point of that class is to speak! Publicly! Still, being the typical pushover who can never say "no" that you were, you respectfully accepted his invitation (hopefully) without showing much anxiety. He didn't say a word afterward, either; he quickly turned his head after you said yes then later waited for you by the door after school ended. The walk was uncomfortably quiet, too...at least for you. You were already awkward, but casual talk made you feel more comfortable since it showed you and the other person could initiate an arms-distant relationship without making anything feel forced or unnatural. With Light, you felt like the littlest movement might trigger something. He was not an easy person to read, not to mention you generally avoided confrontation and petty high school drama, so opted to pretend you didn't notice whenever Light subtly squinted a small glare at the ground as his cheeks pinkened. You never knew if Light had some secret form of anger issues, or something, triggered by mentioning his weird quirks. Well, at least he seemed normal enough to not be a murdering martyr haha. Ha...

Inevitably, you two reached his home where the weirdness continued; you caught two figures quickly running away from one of the windows. Upon entering, you saw his mother washing a dish sponge with a plate while his sister had jammed a cassette tape into the D.V.D. player but pretended to laugh at the blank screen. Again, you said nothing, only silently followed Light, who also ignored his female relatives, upstairs.

"Uhm, so what made you invite me over?" you can't help but finally ask after spending almost 30 minutes in complete silence since school ended. You're sitting awkwardly on his bed, him at his work desk. He remains silent for another moment before finally moving toward you. "I━ I mean, we haven't really talked that much at school a━ and―" With literally no time to react, his arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders before pushing you onto your back as he lay comfortably on top of you. He kisses you.

"Become mine, (name)," Light mutters against your "o" shaped mouth. "I can give you the world...but I don't want to spend another minute on this one without you." Well, it would be a dark world without Light―

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You ( ♂ ) were put in charge of keeping ZORO RORONOA ( One Piece ) from getting lost while your crew collected extra supplies for your next voyage. It only took you one instance of the crew splitting up into pairs to learn how offensively inept he was when it came to directions. That journey? Walking upstairs inside a diner to find the bathroom. Somehow he ended up two cities over inside a stranger's bathroom who offered him tea and cake. In the bathroom. While he was showering. You were really the only person who didn't mind putting your energy into making sure the dense sword wielder didn't wander off. Everyone else thought it was a pain, didn't like Zoro's attitude, or they were Luffy and Sanji. You immediately volunteered the moment Nami suggested the idea without much care, but you raised an eyebrow at the sword wielder turning his head away with the lower part of his face covered. You didn't maul over it though since your crew needed those supplies fast due to Marines popping up more frequently as of late. You quickly grabbed Zoro and went on your way. And by grab, it was in a literal sense.

Opposing your laidback attitude even in your "babysitter" position, as Nami and Sanji called it, Zoro blushes a furious red reaching his ear tips. Yes, he felt his pride break when everyone unanimously agreed he needed supervision just for collecting some supplies, but your method of keeping him at your side by holding his hand throughout the entire errand greatly embarrassed him. It didn't help you had a surprisingly strong grip that, added with his embarrassment, made it a challenge for Zoro to pull away.

I mean he is literally strong enough to...but since you're already holding hands...he might as well...ya know...get used to it...since there's no point going back...yeah. *cough*

So while Zoro's blush keeps returning with every new stare you two receive from workers and pedestrians alike, he shyly points out stores selling your assigned items. Meanwhile, he secretly familiarizes himself with the texture of your hand; (deep/shallow) crevices, (length) fingers, and a little (dry/moist)ness to it. All of it Zoro finds himself internally admitting he enjoys despite scowling if you look at him. Eventually, your errands come to an end, meaning you return to the Thousand Sunny...meaning you release his hand before walking onto the ship. You drop the materials beside the ones everyone else gathered while Luffy demands lunch "after all that hard work" he did. You stretch your arms above your head and flex the hand you held Zoro's with. Said male mindlessly looks down at his hand and then at your lax form, thinking about how he would sneakily dump all the supplies tomorrow so the crew would have to make another pit stop.