I want protective light. Could you please do light yagami reaction to it's late at night and reader hasn't come home. Later he finds out she is sick and takes care for her.
LATE NIGHT (light yagami)
youâre running late with a dead cellphone and a bad headache. light yagamiâs waiting for you.
+ pairing: light yagami x reader
+ warnings: canon verse, attempt at fluff
+ word count: 2kÂ
authorâs note: this have been in my drafts for a while, sorry for taking so long. iâm not really good with fluff, so feedback is very appreciated :)
12.28 AM.
the numbers are displaying in red on the small digital clock thatâs resting on his desk. light yagami doesnât pay attention to it or at least he tries not to let it distract him from the task at hand. the only sound in the otherwise silent room is produced by the scraping of his mechanical pencil against the pages of his notebook and the occasional, infuriating chuckle the god of death emits. itâs not funny at this point.
â do you want something, ryuk? â light asks, calmly as his pencil writes yet another unfortunate name.
hyuk. hyuk. hyuk.
â i couldnât help but notice that youâve been staring at that clock. â says ryuk, like heâs exposing some big secret of his. â are you waiting for someone? â
and itâs not like you to be up so late, he wants to add, but doesnât for now. light sighs and continues without stopping his activity.
â that shouldnât be any of your business, now should it ryuk? â he replies, sassiness laced in it.
the god of death scoffs. â nah. of course not. i was just curious as your roommate. â
light doesnât likes this. the commentâs left ignored as he continues to write the names of criminals with predetermined times. as an insurance, heâd explain, when ryuk had asked him about it. the cause of death remains the same however, a heart attack for all the major criminals. for minor crimes, heâd let them rot with slowly spreading diseases or accidental deaths.
yet despite how perfect everything seemed to be, his attention keeps breaking back and forth. heâd stare at that clock â five minutes has passed, and wonder if he should give you a call at least. heâs subconsciously tapping the pencil agains the paper, thinking and thinking. and at last, he comes to the conclusion that he probably should. thereâs nothing out of ordinary about it.
â is this about (y/n)? â ryuk teases, perhaps having a little too fun with lightâs discomfort.
light glares at him.
ryuk blinks. damn heâs scary.
â uh, alright. i wonât mess with ya. â
with a few taps, light accesses your contact on his phone and presses the dial button. it does rings a few time, but soon the message runs; the number youâre trying to reach is not available. light frowns. he wouldnât have put it passed you to have your ringer off, in fact you probably have, but not being able to reach you is another thing entirely.
well, your phone could be off because you ran out of battery, itâs a reasonable explanation. but light canât feel at ease with that.
he stares at his phone for a bit, before dialing once again. the same response. and again. your phoneâs definitely off. glancing at the clock again; 12:39 , light gets up from the chair.
â huh. you goinâ somewhere, light?â ryuk asks.
as light slips on his white jacket, he hums at the shinigami. he doesnât entertains him with a response as he steps out of your shared apartment. his stance is rather composed, hands tucked in his pockets lazily as he walks. he sure looks calm for someone so worried, ryuk thinks. heâs never seen light stay up so late before after all. heâd at least go to bed even if he probably wonât sleep. being attached to him 24/7 ryu knows him quite a lot.
the streets are dark, save for the amber street lamps at a little distance. itâs definitely cold, the perfect timing to make an annoyed person completely mad. light repeatedly sends a glance at his phone, wondering if youâd have seen the few messages heâd left for you or call him back as he enters the parking. he knows heâs started to get.. rather worried, but it isnât something he should be reacting so strongly for.
ryuk, on the other hand, is definitely finding his own entertainment in this. heâs never seen light like this for another person.
â weâre ya gonna look? she could be anywhere â â
â will you shut up for a second? â light cuts him off, sending him annoyed look.
he gets into the driverâs seat of his car.
the wind rushes past your face, making you squint in annoyance. your fingers has begun to feel slightly numb. your headâs hurting too bad. maybe you shouldnât have stayed so late to set up that lab experiment for your thesis that you ended up missing the last train. taking the bus took a while longer and a few kilometers of walk after that.
huh, no. maybe you shouldnât have been a baby and taken your car instead. as annoying as it is to drive, you canât argue that it wouldâve taken you fairly less time to get home.
and damn, youâve got a bad headache as well.
â â her universityâs too far from here, isnât it? â ryuk speaks again after a moment of silence.
light isnât liking it. he sighs.
you were still a few blocks away from your apartment complex when you spot a familiar car, seemingly that of your boyfriend. heâs probably seen you too cause the next instant, heâs stopping by the curve. the door shuts behind him as he steps out.
â light? â you speak, surprised.
he never stayed up so late.
â iâve been calling you for the past hour. whatâs up with your phone? â light asks, clearly agitated with a frown tracing his brows.
the fact that youâre fine makes him relieved. heâs known the ugliness of his world, he knows it too well, thatâs perhaps the reason why he had been so worried in the first place. but of course, he shouldnât be reacting. it would gain him nothing.
you stare at him for a few seconds, still surprised. â i â uh, my phoneâs dead. â
it makes him calmer. youâre fine. â hmm yeah, i did think that. â he admits with a small nod.
â why are you up so late? you shouldnât have come here, really. â you say. â i lost track of time and missed the last train. â
noticing the slight shivers that run down your body, light begins to walk towards his car: â i was up anyway so donât worry about it. and letâs get inside, itâs pretty cold. â
you nod, slipping inside the passengerâs seat. almost instantly, your muscles begins to relax in the familiar warmth once the engine starts.
thereâs silence for a while. itâs not uncomfortable, but not exactly comforting either. light sends a few glances at you once in a while, before speaking up.
â are you alright? you seem exhausted. â
you look at him. â âm fine. just tired. â
heâs focusing on the road ahead now.
â hmm. i â â
â light was worried for you. â ryuk interrupts, chuckling. heâs the third wheel in your relationship, one which you had forgotten about for a while. heâs staring at you from the back of the car.
awkwardly, you ignore him. light ignores him too.
â you should at least bring your car with you. itâs inconvenient with public transport at this hour. â
you hum in agreement. â yeah, i know ⌠â
though you know you probably wonât. light probably knows it too when he glances at you again.
â you want me to pick you up next time. itâs â â
â no, no. â you interrupt him, smiling faintly. â i usually stay out quite late, thereâs no need for that. iâll probably take my car next time. â
hyuk. hyuk. hyuk. of course, the god of death interrupts the conversation; enjoying the scene as he speaks up.
â nah that wouldnât bother him. he doesnât sleep anyway until your home. â
you arch an eyebrow, a little amused with the sudden information. even though it was normal to be worried about each other in a relationship, you wouldnât have expected light to be well, that protective of you.
â is that so? â the hint of teasing is clear in your voice when you peek a glance at him. â didnât know you were so paranoid. â
light chuckles softly. â are you surprised? â
his smooth voice heats up your cheeks a bit. even though you had decided to leave the conversation at that, light looks to his side again.
â well. are you? â
â tch. no, iâm not. â
a sigh of relief escapes past your lips once your home inside your apartment. taking off your coat, you hang it inside the closet and rub your temples. itâs been aching since morning with that light fever which you assume is because of the pressure of work and your studies. you continue to the kitchen to take some paracetamol. light enters behind you to grab a glass of water for himself and notices you. you look a little more than just tired.
â (y/n)? â he says, watching you with a slightly scrutinizing gaze.
swallowing two pills, you look at him. â yeah? â
he walks closer to you and places the back of his palm against your forehead. â youâve got a fever? â the question slips past his lips as he opens one of the drawers to get the thermometer.
â itâs very light. â you explain, earning a small arch of eyebrow from him.
he hovers the thermometer in front of your forehead until the equipment makes a little âbeepâ sound. this time, itâs several beeps in a row. he frowns, looking back at you.
â itâs not light. â he says, â why would you even go outside with it? â
â it â â
it was important, you wanna say, but he already knows that. so he cuts you off.
â i know it probably was important, but you shouldnât be risking your health for it. â he sighs, â and god. you were wandering off in that cold. itâll only get worse like this. â
you sigh. â well yeah, youâre right. â how many times will you say that?
â and donât take medicine without eating something first. â he continues, lecturing you at this point. â have you had dinner? â
he knows you havenât as he looks inside the fridge to see what you guys have. despite being a brilliant cook, as heâs with everything else, he rarely engages with it at home. neither do you, but youâre a terrible cook as well. itâs always takeout, not that you mind it. right now however, his worries makes you chuckle as you lean on the doorframe.
â alright, mom. â
lightâs movements pause to look at you. â mom? â
your palmâs resting against your mouth, trying to stifle the laugh as you walk closer him. thereâs a faint curve of his own lips at that thatâs replaced the initial surprise, heâs obviously amused.
â donât worry so much now. iâm not a baby. â you say, grabbing his waist from behind.
he chuckles. â i wonât if you stop acting like one. â
you squeeze your hold. â well now youâre just being mean. â
â am i now? â he teases, before turning around completely to wrap his own arms around your smaller waist. before he could continue however, you place a fleeting kiss on his cheek.
he smiles. itâs one of those rare times when he does it whole-heartedly. giving your forehead a chaste kiss, one that undoubtedly makes your heart melt each and every time he does it, he continues: â go and get some rest. iâll bring dinner for you. â
itâs definitely one eventful night.
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