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"That's good Light, I'm starting to like it more and more" - Ryuk chuckled and Light flinched because he almost forgot about the company of the God of Death because he rarely showed any signs of life lately
"Ryzaki, how do you even know about this..?" - He said as if he was trying to act stupid, after all, he knew that there were cameras in the room and he still decided to play an intimate scene with Teru
"It's hard not to know that Light-san, you're wearing what you wore yesterday because you went to your partner, the one you introduced to your parents, right?" - The detective replied, staring at his partner with a neutral expression.
"My father told you that I was dating someone? Or maybe you installed cameras in your house to track me haha" - he said, slightly giggling as if what he said was somehow funny
"Shall we take a walk, Light-san?" - he replied, completely avoiding answering Light's question, and then he got off the bench, turning his back on Light, and wandering in an unknown direction.
Light just rolled his eyes in irritation and ran towards the detective
"Light-san, why don't you introduce your boyfriend to the investigation team?"
Did L really want him to introduce the entire investigative team to Teru..? Even if he said that he wanted him to meet him today, it wouldn't be good at all. Mikami didn't speak to him, let alone to people he barely met. So why did L want to meet Teru, after all, they have been dating for a short time, it was probably inconceivable that L might have thought that Mikami was the second Kira? Was it even possible?
"If you could, we could see him after your class today."
Wow, who would have expected that L would want to meet Teru today
"D-does it really have to be today?" - Light stammered. There is no way that Mikami will come and introduce himself and talk to them, after all, he can barely keep his feet on the ground and talk, let alone introducing himself will be quite a problem for him.
"do you have any other plans Light-san?"
Fuck that's the point, there are no plans. Jesus, asking Teru to say something was bordering on a miracle, let alone going to a meeting where they would probably ask him about being the next kira. Maybe everyone will think that Light is harassing Teru and that's why he doesn't want to talk to anyone
"No, I don't have any, we can meet after my classes..." he sighs, slightly irritated at the thought of having to go to Teru after studying and present him to the investigative group.
This thought tormented him throughout his stay at the university
He couldn't concentrate on anything and everything made him nervous for the rest of the day, just thinking about what he had to do made him grimace.
Honestly, he thought that his stay at the university would last a little longer, but in fact, several hours passed in the blink of an eye
Maybe he shouldn't worry about it, maybe when he gets home Mikami will suddenly cheer up... well who was he trying to fool, himself?
Leaving the facility called the university, he got into the car and started it, admiring the season of blooming flowers outside the window. He liked spring, he liked watching nature wake up. For him, spring was a very comfortable time of year
He decided that on the way he would stop at a flower shop to buy flowers for Teru. The last time he bought him flowers he seemed happy, although I think Mikami would jump for joy even if Light spit on him, but maybe at least some flowers would improve his mood so that he wouldn't look as if he was depressed, although you never know, maybe he was
He parked at the flower shop and felt a warm, pleasant wind blowing in his face
He slowly opened the door to the same flower shop where he had been at their first meeting, the same saleswoman was standing behind the counter, what a coincidence, right?
The saleswoman greeted him with a beaming smile and stared at him the entire time he tried to choose flowers
"Can I help you with something?" - said the red-haired saleswoman, still looking at Light touching the petals of beautiful red roses.
"I don't need any help, could I have a bouquet of these roses?" he said, looking in a completely different direction so that his eyes didn't meet those of the saleswoman.
"Ah yes of course, this type of roses is very beautiful because they have a very blood red color, you must really care about someone to give them such beautiful flowers" - she said and Light just gave her an awkward smile, he didn't need unnecessary chats
"that'll be 5,038 yen,"- she continued with a smile from ear to ear, and Light paid and left with a bouquet of flowers. As he was leaving, he heard another word come out of the red-haired woman's mouth, but honestly, he didn't really care what she said, and he didn't care much when anyone said anything to him. He was also much smarter than these people, these people didn't even deserve to talk to him, who did they think they were? Giving him a crooked look, he was the God of a more beautiful world, they were supposed to worship him and not treat him like an average person, they had no emotion to see his genius, let alone the fact that he was the one changing the world for the better
Once he was sitting in the car, he looked around him. He saw an old couple crossing the sidewalk, a lady walking her dog, why were they all so disgusting? Light couldn't even look at them without gagging, they didn't even deserve to be in the same room as him, they were all dirty, and only he as God could clean the world
Putting his hands on the steering wheel of the car, he left the flower shop and headed towards Teru's house
The road was rather peaceful. Everything seemed quiet around him, so quiet that he wanted to stay in silence a little longer, but he had already arrived at his lover's house
He opened the door and immediately headed towards Teru's room
He opened the bedroom door so he could see if anyone was lying on the mattress
In the distance, he saw a small figure lying on its side, piercing the darkness of the room
Light now opened the door wide. He stared from the doorway at Teru's lying body, his skin was pale, making him look like a dead person.
"Mikami, have you been lying like this all day...?"- he whispered, standing in the frame of the door and waiting for the other man's answer. However, the only answer he got was deathly silence
After a moment of awkward silence, Light walked towards the bed to see the black-haired man's face. He crouched on one knee next to the bed where the boy was (what is he doing?) He placed the flowers on the bedside table and grabbed Teru's hand with both of his hands. (What happened was that God himself had to bow down on his knees before his followers)
"Please, talk to me. Have I done something wrong? I'm sorry for everything, I'm just begging you, talk to me..." he muttered, holding his lover's cold hand. Teru didn't even look at his face, apparently the wall was much more interesting to him because he was staring at an invisible point without taking his eyes off it.
"Why did you leave me here...?"-he muttered in a muffled voice. Finally won, Mikami finally spoke, Light should have received crowds of applause for this, but this was not the moment for self-adulation.
“I didn't leave you—I'm right here! Can't you see?”
“I'm sorry...”
“Everything’s fine, don’t apologize to me—you need to worry about yourself for now. Do you need anything? Would you like me to make you something to eat?” he asked, tucking a strand of his lover’s hair behind his ear.
“I'm not hung-”
“Should I carry you to the kitchen?” he said in an overly sweet voice, then began helping Teru climb out of bed by holding him around the waist.
“Light, I can walk on my own. You can let go of me...” he whispered, trying to push himself away from Light's body, but to no avail
“Stop acting like nothing happened. You were literally lying in bed all day, and now you're trying to tell me you could have walked to the kitchen all by yourself as if nothing had happened?” Mikami turned his head away so he wouldn't have to look at Light's face, and they didn't say a word for the rest of the way.
When they reached the kitchen, Light sat the black-haired man down on a stool at the table and then started rummaging through the kitchen cabinets. It looked like no one had gone grocery shopping in a long time; the only things in there were pasta and tomato sauce. What did he expect, anyway?
He laid out all the ingredients on the kitchen counter and then began preparing the meal
He could feel Teru’s gaze on his back and hear a soft whisper coming from Mikami’s lips. He didn’t know if Teru was talking to himself or saying something to him—it wouldn’t be surprising if Teru were talking to himself. The guy’s got a screw loose, and you can tell that at first glance.
“Excuse me, could you move my cigarettes for me? They're on the cabinet by the front door,” he said, speaking louder than he had in his previous sentences.
Light just nodded before heading toward the exit. There were cigarettes on the cabinet—menthol ones. Don’t expect Teru to smoke menthol cigarettes; he seems more like the type who smokes Camel Blue. He grabbed the pack and headed back to the kitchen. He was slowly getting fed up with having to literally babysit another man; after all, when Mikami first met him, he saw him as a god, so he could at least help Light a little bit in building this “relationship”—or whatever the hell they even are.
He tossed a pack of cigarettes onto the table where the black-haired man was sitting. The man immediately grabbed the cigarettes and lit one of them.
“Are you smoking in the kitchen?” he mumbled in surprise, staring at the man who was taking deep drags on his cigarette as if he were craving nicotine.
“If this bothers you, I can leave—”
“No, it's not a problem, I'm just surprised because I thought you'd be smoking outside.”
He turned his back on him, then served the dish onto a plate and set it in front of Teru, who was stubbing out his pipe in an ashtray he hadn't noticed before.
“Do I really have to eat this...?” he said, almost in a whisper, his mouth twisted into a grimace.
“You have to,” he replied almost immediately, then picked up a fork and guided it toward Mikami's mouth.
“Open your mouth”
“Please, stop treating me like a child—I can feed myself" he muttered, staring at the fork that was still lying near his mouth.
Light wouldn’t move his hand back even a centimeter; he wanted Mikami to finally eat and go to bed, but of course not—that guy has to make everything so difficult. If Mikami weren’t so, ugh… demanding, maybe he would’ve gone today to introduce him to the investigation team, but he decided to screw it and not go anywhere, because when he looked at the other man, he knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to even mention that idea.
Teru just cleared his throat in irritation and opened his mouth to finish the rest of his meal
Light put the dish in the sink; he had no intention of washing it right now—it would be a blow to his ego if he did. Wouldn't it look ridiculous if the new God were washing dishes for his servant? If he wants to, Teru will wash them himself.
They'll drag him back to the bedroom, hoping that Teru won't act like a sulky four-year-old who refuses to take his nap.
Fortunately, Mikami didn't even look in Light's direction most of the time. Wasn't it ironic that less than an hour ago, Light had been begging him to say anything at all, and now he was silently praying that Mikami wouldn't say another word today?
Everything was fine until he turned off the light and lay
down next to Mikami's body
“Light... can I give you a blowjob?” Mikami mumbled
Wow, that was probably the most random question he could have heard today. He still had some empathy for other people and didn’t want Mikami to humiliate himself. He knew that Teru would regret the things he was planning to do the next day. So, as befits a polite person, he said nicely, “Maybe next time.”
An awkward silence fell, but right after that, he heard Mikami whimper an apology for what he had said.
“Listen, Teru, I don't want to force you into anything, but it would be good if you made an appointment with a therapist... Because the way you're acting isn't normal—especially the self-harm. I mean, why are you doing that, anyway?”
“I… I… I don’t even know why I’m doing this, I don’t know why I’m like this… It’s hard to explain—you know, ever since I was a kid, I’ve had this feeling of nothingness, and that was the only thing that helped me feel anything at all… What’s the point of going to work? Why eat? Why make friends? Since tomorrow will be just the same, leading to both nothingness and suffering—because this pain in my hands that I feel right now is nothing compared to how much I’m suffering inside...” —The man paused for a moment in his story, sniffing (was he crying?)
“I realized that the only thing that gave me pleasure was exactly that—whatever I was feeling at the time—but one day I realized that the second thing that made me feel anything was upholding justice. I don’t know why that was the thing that allowed me to feel something, but apparently that’s how it was meant to be. — But then suddenly you appeared. You are justice, and you made me feel something I’d never felt in my life. “God, I-I think I love you. You’ve brought some color into my life. If there’s something you want, I want it just as much. If you want me to see a therapist, you’re absolutely right to think I’m sick! I’ll do anything—just please don’t leave me alone. I don’t want to suffer anymore...” —he whispered melancholically, then began to snuggle into Light’s arms
Wow, what he just said was downright poetic—he should stop talking like that, or Light might accidentally get emotional.
Teru was stressed out—he was actually afraid of Light’s reaction to what he’d said—because Light had been sitting in complete silence ever since he’d started talking about himself. He silently prayed that Kami wouldn’t think of him as a weirdo masochist and leave him to fend for himself.
He was probably about to lose his mind if he didn't hear Light's voice right away
Suddenly, he felt soft lips that began to slowly suck on the skin of his neck—it was like ascending to heaven. Light loves Teru just as much as Mikami loves him! He’d known this from the very first message; after all, it was immediately obvious that Light (God) had chosen him from the moment of his birth so that he could join him in doing good!
He felt warm tears streaming down his cheeks, but these weren't the tears that always fell when he was beaten; these were tears of... happiness?
Mikami ran both hands through Light's thick brown hair and pressed his head closer to his neck
Meanwhile, Light slowly pulls Teru's shirt down and begins to shower her stomach with kisses
The warm tongue felt so good against his cold body that he didn't even notice he had started to tremble
A crimson flush spread across Mikami's cheeks, and quiet moans began to escape from his throat
They weren't having sex; they were just rubbing against each other, but that rubbing was much more intimate than any sexual intercourse