Death Note One Shots (CharacterxReader)

Near x Reader: "Stay with me."

~ 3rd person point of view ~

He always watched her afar, was he shy? He thought of himself as not, however his head was barely peeking through the doorway of the Music Room, watching her with one eye. Careful, as not to let her see him.

Her fingers glided over her cello effortlessly as she stared of into space, having memorized the song. She knew he was watching her, his white hair and nimbus gray eyes showing through the doorway.

He knew better than care about another human being, they would only drag him down. But in his mind, there was something different about her. Her elegance and ease as she moved her bow across the strings enchanted him, which was a rare case.

She thought of the slightly older boy as she played. Her curiosity of him drowning her thoughts.

"Near?" The girl asked, softening the bow's pressure on the strings as she played pianissimo.

He gulped, debating if he should answer or not. He decided to, seeing as she knew he was there. He stepped to side, revealing his full body.

"Yes, (Y/a/n)?" The boy responded, his voice having a hidden sense of embarrassment. He clutched the dice in his right hand, his left reaching up to his hair as he twirled his hair.

In return, she stopped moving her wrist and turned around to face him. She took in his appearance. His white hair hang in his eyes, just as his baggy white pajamas hung around his body.

"What do you think of the song?" She asked, setting the instrument on it's side and placing the bow on the useless metal stand in front of her.

"The one you just played?" He questioned, his face feeling slightly warmer.

"Yes." She smiled in response and stood up, rubbing her hands together.

"Greensleeves? It would be one my favorites." He spoke, finding comfort in the noise of the glass dice colliding in his hand.

"It's one of my favorites too." She remembered her father setting her on his lap as he played the piano. Her toddler frame bouncing on his knee as fingers pressed the keys. Later that night, her parents got her a 1/32 size cello for her third birthday. Then her father taught her the song, which she easily memorized and soon they turned it into a duet.

That was also the night which her mother and father were murdered. She held that song dear to heart, tears brimming her eyes as she thought about that night, eleven years ago to this day.

The boy stood there awkwardly, questioning if he had said anything to her. He thought of what others would do in this situation. Although he wasn't completely sure of himself, he followed his heart for once and walked over to her.

She looked up as he approached her, tensing up he what she last expected him to do. Tiny arms wrapped around her back and a chest was pressed against her face he carefully embraced her.

He rested his chin on her forehead, questioning everything he has done in the past few minutes. He had never done this before, physical contact usually made him uncomfortable. He was just about to pull away when he felt arms slither around his back, keeping him close to the female in front of him. This feeling was different, he wasn't uncomfortable.

"Are you okay?" He managed to ask her. He felt her shake her head against his chest. "Is there anything, within reason, that I could do?" Why was he asking that? Why did he care?

"Stay with me." She muffled into his shirt, not wanting to be alone.

"Okay." He responded, the corners of his lips tugging upwards as his chin still rested on her head. He immediately frowned in confusion, before masking it with his blank expression.

The two of them stood there for a few minutes, still holding onto each other. "Near?" The girl finally broke the silence.

"Hmm?" He hummed in response.

"Thank you." She pulled away and studied the boy's face. His curly white hair completely covered his forehead, the ends falling into his eyes.

"You're welcome." He smiled for a split seconds before masking it once again. He was too slow, for she had already noticed.

"Y/n." She said quietly.

"What?" He asked with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"That's my first name. It's Y/n." Her voice was barely audible, but he had his full attention her, hearing every word she said.

"Y/n," he paused, wondering what he should say, "that's a beautiful name, it suits you."

A hint of rose brushed her cheeks as she thanked the boy, "Thank you, Near."

"Nate," He whispered, "my name is Nate."

She smiled and her voice was just as low, "Thank you, Nate."

"You're welcome, Y/n." His face reflected a fainter version of her smile, this time not hiding it.

The two of them got lost in each other's eyes, not realizing that as every second passed by, their bodies were getting closer. Their faces were only inches apart, their warm breath brushing on each other's cheeks snapped them out of their trance. Both immediately looked down, resulting in their foreheads bumping into each other's.

"Sorry." They both mumbled at the same time, lifting their heads to look at each other. While doing so, their lips brushed one another's, causing both to freeze and their eyes to widen.

Y/n pulled away, only for Nate to cup her cheeks with both of his hands and lean back in. His eyes closed as his lips met hers.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she kissed him back. She raised her hands to clutch his white shirt and pull him closer.

Realizing that air was important, Nate pulled away, their foreheads and noses touching, "Stay with me." His voice was barely a whisper his lips lightly brushed against hers, his hands still resting on her cheeks.

"Okay." She responded, tugging on his shirt, making their lips crash back together. Shortly after, they both smiled into the kiss, momentarily forgetting the rest of the orphanage around them.

*** A/n - Sorry it was short and not in first person, I wanted to try something different. Also, I apologize if Near is too OOC.