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Death Note | Light Yagami

Imagine Light telling you his secret.

Word Count: 1175

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"You shouldn't pick on people!" An angry young voice says.

The voice belongs to a small girl who crosses her arms and glares at the older boy who started this whole thing.

He snickers in response, "What you gonna do about it?"

The girl frowns thoughtfully before her lips twitch into a small smirk.

She deftly brings her foot back and rams it into his shin, making him cry out in pain.

"That!" She sticks out her tongue before giggling and running off.

The boy curses and gives chase. Luckily for Y/n, the girl, she is much faster than the bully.

She swerves around a corner, ramming into her best friend.

"Light-kun! Run," she laughs, grabbing his hand and tugging him along.

Confused, he follows her. Turning his head, he notices the bully running their way.

"What happened?!" He asks, taking his arm back from her so that he can run next to her.

She grins, "He was being mean, he deserved it."

Light frowns, "What did he do?"

"He shoved me," she leads him up stairs and into an empty classroom. "I think we lost him now."

The boy, catching his breath, observes his friend's grin. He's always appreciated her strong sense of right and wrong. That, and her ability to act on her sense of justice.

"What class do you have next?" She asks him after they regain their lost breath.

"English."

"Same! I'm still awful at it though," she pouts.

"I can help you."

"Thanks, Light-kun!"

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Your eyes narrow at the pretentious man standing beside your desk.

Now a senior in highschool, you've been getting by just fine... for the most part.

To your dismay, others see you as a stick in the mud, a goody two shoes, and a loser. Mainly because you follow the rules and guidelines set by the school.

The only person who still hangs around you is Light Yagami.

But, he's not here today.

So, you're left by yourself.

"Are you really as good as they say?" He drawls.

You stare at your notebook, patiently waiting for him to lose interest.

"I heard your tongue works magic, at least when it's not being a snitch."

A few bystanders chuckle.

You clench and unclench your teeth, "Is that supposed to offend me?"

"I also heard," he pauses, grabbing a piece of your hair before yanking it.

You make no move.

"-that you enjoy other activities too. Ones where all you have to do is lay on your back."

Unfazed on the outside, you continue scratching your pencil on the paper. He'll leave you alone soon enough. You can take a bit of lewd suggestions and insults.