Death Note |Hyunlix|

~Challenge~

Hyunjin POV-

Hyunjin stood at the edge of the tennis court, watching Felix warm up. The sun cast a golden hue over everything, illuminating the way Felix bounced the ball with a mix of energy and focus. There was something captivating about him, a blend of determination and charm that caught Hyunjin's attention.

As Felix served, Hyunjin studied him closely, taking in every movement. The ball soared through the air, slicing sharply before landing with a thud on the court. He's skilled, Hyunjin mused, a flicker of admiration mingling with his analytical mindset. But it's not just about tennis for him. It's about control. Just like Kira.

With each volley, Hyunjin felt the competition brewing between them. Felix played with an intensity that spoke volumes, his competitive spirit shining through every shot. Kira hates losing, Hyunjin reminded himself, narrowing his focus. And then again, who really likes losing? Everyone wants to come out on top, to assert their dominance, especially when stakes are high. Felix's desperation to win is as telling as Kira's.

"Nice serve!" Hyunjin called out, his voice light and teasing, but internally, he was calculating. He wanted to see how Felix would react under pressure, how he handled losing points.

Felix's eyes lit up at the compliment, but there was a flicker of tension in the way he held his racket. "Thanks! Don't get too comfortable, though. I'm not going to make this easy for you."

Hyunjin smirked, impressed by the spark in Felix's eyes. Good. He's competitive. That means he's invested in this game, and maybe that translates to something more.

As the match progressed, Felix's expressions fluctuated between joy and frustration, especially when he missed a shot. Hyunjin noted how tightly he clenched his jaw after each mistake, the flicker of determination that lit up his features when he managed to score a point. He doesn't just want to win; he needs to, Hyunjin thought, recalling how Kira would eliminate anyone who dared to stand in his way.

Felix was relentless, pushing himself harder with every serve, and Hyunjin admired that. He's like a coiled spring, he thought, ready to snap at any moment. Can he handle the pressure? What happens when he loses?

"Let's see how long you can keep this up," Hyunjin teased, resetting his stance. Felix shot him a playful glare, the competitive fire in his eyes shining bright.

"Don't underestimate me, Hyunjin," he replied, determination lacing his tone. "I'm just getting started."

As the match reached its peak, Hyunjin noticed how Felix's competitive nature mirrored that of Kira's. Felix's desire to win was palpable, his unwillingness to accept defeat evident in his every movement. Everyone hates losing, Hyunjin reminded himself, feeling the tension rise in the air. Whether it's a game of tennis or a battle of wits, the instinct to come out on top is universal.

With the final point on the line, Hyunjin served with precision, the ball slicing through the air. Felix lunged for it, desperation fueling his movements. Hyunjin could see the truth etched on Felix's face: the fierce unwillingness to lose, the determination that defined Kira.

Felix POV-

Felix stood on the court, the sun blazing down, his heart racing as he squared off against Hyunjin. He could feel the tension in the air, not just from the impending match but from the weight of the gaze fixed on him. Hyunjin was not just any opponent; he was L, the enigmatic detective who had stirred the world into chaos, and now, here he was, wanting to be friends while sizing him up on the tennis court.

As they continued to play, Felix's mind buzzed with conflicting thoughts. He could tell that Hyunjin was analyzing him, studying his moves and reactions like a hawk circling its prey. Every time he made a mistake, he felt Hyunjin's keen gaze on him, scrutinizing the tension in his posture and the flicker of frustration that crossed his face. He's trying to gauge my competitiveness, Felix realized, feeling a shiver of unease wash over him. What if he sees something more?

With each point, Felix considered his options. The idea of intentionally losing crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. What if Hyunjin sees through that? He wouldn't put it past him to realize that Felix was trying to trick him. If he did, it would only confirm Hyunjin's suspicions. No, I have to play it straight, he decided, forcing himself to maintain his composure.

"Come on, Felix! Focus!" he muttered under his breath, trying to shake off the nagging thoughts. He had to be careful, especially now, when Hyunjin seemed to thrive on the competitive atmosphere. Every serve, every volley was a battle not just against Hyunjin, but against the image he needed to project—one of a normal student who didn't harbor dark secrets.

Hyunjin's serve sliced through the air, and Felix barely had time to react. He lunged, barely managing to return the ball. It sailed back and forth, each rally feeling like an eternity as Felix pushed himself harder, unwilling to let Hyunjin take the upper hand. But he couldn't ignore the unsettling feeling that this match was more than just a game; it was a test, a challenge that went beyond the court.

With each point scored, Felix noticed the way Hyunjin's eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of something unreadable crossing his features. Does he suspect? The thought gnawed at Felix, even as he returned the ball with all his might. He had to stay in control, to show Hyunjin that he was just another student, just another guy who loved tennis. I can't let him see any cracks, he thought, forcing a smile even when frustration bubbled just beneath the surface.

As they reached the final point, Felix felt the pressure mounting. Hyunjin served again, the ball slicing through the air like a bullet. Felix's instincts kicked in, and he lunged forward, hitting the ball back with all his strength.

"Nice shot!" Hyunjin called out, and for a moment, Felix felt a rush of pride. But the underlying tension returned as Hyunjin's expression shifted, his focus sharpening. He's still analyzing, Felix thought, a rush of adrenaline coursing through him. I can't let him win this battle.

With the match teetering on a knife's edge, Felix fought against the urge to let up, to play it safe. He could feel Hyunjin's relentless scrutiny, could sense the stakes rising. He thinks I'm Kira, Felix reminded himself, pushing aside the discomfort. He thinks he can expose me.

Determined, Felix played on, every serve an act of defiance against the narrative Hyunjin was trying to weave. If he could just prove himself as a worthy opponent, perhaps he could divert Hyunjin's suspicions, keep his secrets safe.

"Let's see what you've got, Felix!" Hyunjin taunted, a competitive glint in his eye. Felix could see the thrill in Hyunjin's gaze, the way he relished the challenge. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Felix took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. He had to give it everything he had. This wasn't just a match; it was a battle of wits, and he couldn't afford to lose—not now, not ever. So he pushed forward, determined to play his heart out while hiding the turmoil that brewed within.

~Sani