𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 | 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

₊· ͟͟͞͞ ➳ Misa And Light

October 29th

After some convincing, you had finally talked Daisuke into showcasing his work at an art exhibition in mid-November.
He was nervous as hell about it, but deep down, you knew he liked the idea—he just wouldn't admit it outright.

Ever since then, he had practically locked himself in his painting room, spending hours perfecting each brushstroke.
You respected his space, always letting him work uninterrupted, but you couldn't help occasionally peeking in—watching him with quiet admiration as he lost himself in his craft.

It made your heart flutter
every damn time.

The way his brows furrowed in concentration, the smudge of paint on his cheek he never noticed, how his fingers moved so precisely—it was mesmerizing.

Of course, you made sure he actually took care of himself, too.
You'd pop in with snacks and drinks, dropping them off with a teasing remark about how he'd waste away if you weren't around.

He always appreciated it, even if his response was some grumbled, half-assed "thanks" before returning to his canvas. But you caught the small smiles he tried to hide, and that was enough.

But as much as the exhibition was on his mind, this week had other plans.

Daisuke had invited you to a Halloween party with his friends.
Halloween was in two days, and while you weren't exactly thrilled about being around them, you knew how much it meant to him.

So, for his sake, you agreed.

...

Next day

It was another work day—and YES
you agreed to dressing
as Misa and Light from death note.

Your Misa Amane costume was spot-on. The black dress hugged your figure perfectly, the lace details adding a touch of elegance to the edgy ensemble.
A silver cross necklace rested against your collarbone, a subtle but essential piece to complete the look.

The blonde wig was styled in Misa's signature pigtails, secured with small black bows.
To top it off, you held the Death Note prop in your hand, fingers tracing over the embossed lettering as you admired yourself in the mirror.

Daisuke, on the other hand, embodied Light Yagami effortlessly.
He wore a crisp beige blazer over a white button-up shirt, paired with black slacks and polished dress shoes.
His dark brown wig was styled just like Light's—slightly tousled but still neat.

He had the perfect mix of casual confidence and arrogance that fit the character disturbingly well.
The real kicker was the red apple he casually tossed in one hand, fully committing to the role.

As you applied your rosy lip gloss,
you caught him staring at you through the mirror, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"You look... perfect,"
he murmured, stepping closer and resting his hands on your shoulders. His eyes flickered to the Death Note in your hands.

"So do you."
You chuckled, tilting your head playfully.

He grinned, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your temple before stepping back to admire his own reflection.