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      “You’re coming here at varied times then.” 

Mikami’d rather believe that than think both of them so unobservant as to not notice a colleague in plain sight. Yagami Light was not a sight easy to miss, his hair-color sticking out in many contexts that were not the more teen-dominated streets of central Tokyo. Mikami had wondered if it was natural, but now that he had easy means to find out, he certainly wasn’t as curious anymore. Catching glimpses at his acquaintances crotch was not on top of his priorities and now that it’d become near unavoidable, he dreads the prospect a little.

Suppressing the urge to obscure his own private parts (what with?), Teru turns his attention back to the shower as he speaks.

     “I work out here every Thursday and Sunday. It’s been my habit ever since I moved into my current apartment.”

I WILL BE MARRIED FOR A WEEK TO THE FIRST PERSON IN MY ASKBOX WHO SAYS “HONEY, I’M HOME”@tsukiyagami Hello! Not too late! Feel free to send whatever!

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Misa Amane had been in prison for thirty two days, according to the steady tally she was keeping on the wall. Still, it wasn’t as though it were the worst thing in the world. After all, she had survived much worse situations for much longer. Still, the last time she had been locked up there were feelings of fear, frustration, humiliation, and confusion, but now? Now there was just a dull heartache and the unceasing feeling that this time her loneliness really was her fault. She wasn’t sure which was worse. 

It had been thirty two days, and Light Yagami had not visited her one single time. Him visiting wasn’t something that she had thought about constantly anymore. The first week she arrived she would babble to anyone who would listen about how he would be here to see her, she promised, he had to come and see her, they were in love, she gave up everything for him. The third week he seemed to come up less and less. Now? She barely spoke about him at all. She knew he had thrown her away, and it was probably her fault, too.

If only I could remember what it was I did...

Then, on day thirty two, a visitor. She looked up. 

“L-Light?” She said, in a soft voice, barely daring to believe it was him. She got up, slowly making her way towards the edge of her cell to look at him through the bars.