Would you do light yagami x female reader hurt comfort like she knows about the death note but she's worried about him and he kinda snaps at her and she leaves but then he apologizes and they cuddle ? Mb for explaining it horribly
⋮ ⌗ masterlist 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ :: word count: 1666 ! illi’s notez: you didn’t explain it horribly at all!! thank you for the request, and i hope you like the fic :3!
When you came over to Light’s house after school you’d expected to watch a movie, eat some snacks, maybe even lie together in his bed and simply soak up each other’s presence, but instead you were stuck on his lap, snug in between his arms as he wrote down names onto the semi-filled pages of the Death Note.
To think he would’ve wanted to actually spend time with you—his girlfriend—instead of murdering criminals. What an outrageous idea,huh? He’d only found the thing a few days ago and yet it seemed like he was already paying more attention to this notebook of death rather than he ever had you.
It scared you more than interested you. The possibility of getting caught, of someone dragging Light away from you. Would you be considered an accomplice? The thought spiked your anxiety, a slight sweat forming in your palms as you fidgeted with your uniform’s skirt. Light had been your everything for as long as you could remember—the kind boy with pretty eyes and the best grades in the school. You couldn’t even believe the fact that he accepted your confession back in freshmen year, it seemed like decades ago now—you were practically babies back then. It would kill you if you were to wake up without him gone. In jail or worse.
“Why are you so fidgety today? That’s unlike you.” His voice was calm and smooth, the grip on his pen unwavering, the precision in his handwriting absolutely perfect.
“I’m just a bit cold, that’s all.” You murmured, lying through your teeth as you leaned back into his chest, attempting to hide your facial expression from his line of sight.
“Don’t lie. I can feel your thighs burning—even through my pants.” He replied, a small yet noticeable hint of annoyance in his tone now. “What’s wrong?”
“I just..I thought we could hang out together like you said.”
“Aren’t we? We’re both together…hanging out.”
You frowned, looking down at the floor as your fingers curled around the hem of your dress. “You know what I mean, Light.”
“What are you saying?” He practically scoffed, setting down his pen before tilting his head to look at you.
When you said nothing in response and heard his little inhale—you knew you were pushing his limits. Even without the intention to. It seemed like every little thing you did was wrong or annoying or stupid, you were walking on eggshells around him. Around someone you loved so much.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you. It’s rude.”
You slowly looked over at him, eyes slightly watery—God, you couldn’t even help it, couldn’t even stop it from glassing over your eyes. You hated how helpless you felt, how pathetic you looked to him.
“I’m scared.” You blurted out, swallowing hard as you noticed his confused yet slightly bored expression.
“What are you scared of? Of me?”
“No—no, it’s not you. I’m scared of what’ll happen. I’m worried about you. I don’t—I don’t even want to imagine what would happen if you were to get caught—“
“I…what?” You were speechless. Not once had Light ever spoken to you in such a degrading way. Shut up? That phrase didn’t seem to be in his vocabulary. Or so you thought.
“You’re thinking small. This mindset of yours—it’s whats keeping me behind. It’s useless to think that way, in fact it’s out right disrespectful for my own girlfriend to think I’d be stupid enough to get caught.”
Your lower lip began to quiver, entire body freezing in his hold as he continued to speak. Setting him back? Stupid? What was wrong with him? Couldn’t he see you cared so deeply for him and loved him with every single part of yourself that you couldn’t even stand the thought of never seeing him again? That you were so worried—the only way you could get it out was through your tears?
“…I’m afraid of losing you. Terrified of never seeing the one person I love more than myself, and…I’m disrespectful.?” You whimpered, a singular, fat teardrop rolling down your cheek, dribbling down before falling onto your shirt, disappearing just like that.
“You’ve changed, Light.” You sniffled, hopping up from his lap before he could see your already ruined face. “You would’ve never said this to me. Never.”
You turned to face away from him, legs shaking as you struggled to even stand up.
“I’m going home.” You stated, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your cardigan. “I…I don’t want to be here anymore.”
“You…you’re being irrational. I was just being honest—“ Light stood up, trying to stop you, but you were already at the door.
“Honest? You were being honest?” You sighed, looking down at the floor. “There’s a difference between being honest and being degrading.”
“You’re mean, Light. You were being mean.” And with that, you left, and you didn’t stop walking until you were back at your own house—empty as always. It was a contributing factor to why you spent so much time at Light’s. When nobody’s there, you can hear yourself think—and that’s good. Sometimes. But most of the time you just can’t stop, and you can’t turn yourself off. It get’s so much you can barely keep yourself from going insane. The Death Note, killing people—how long until he kills someone innocent? How long until he’s caught?
You let your tears fall freely as you slowly walked up into your bedroom, immediately falling into the comfort of your mattress. Your arms wrapped around your pillow, your cheek warming the soft cotton.
You just wanted him to be safe. Why couldn’t it be like before? Before he found the notebook? He was…nicer. Patient, less snappy,—it seemed as if his temper was hanging on a thread nowadays, making it practically impossible to talk to him without the slight fear you would upset him. No one should be afraid to speak to their boyfriend.
With your eyes weighing heavy and body finally relaxing you sniffled your way to sleep, curling your fingers around your pillow as if it could bring you some true ease.
You didn’t realize how long you’d really been lost in your dreams, blissfully unconscious until you heard the sound of silverware clinking together. Your parents couldn’t be home yet, and the possibility of a robbery made you squeeze your hands around your blanket.
“Be calm…it’s probably..the wind?” You didn’t even sound sure to yourself, your shaky voice convincing absolutely no one.
You carefully slid back on your school shoes, grabbing a nearby book on your bed side table for defense. A book could totally blind em…
With tentative steps you made your way downstairs, holding the novel to your chest—as quiet as a mouse.
You expected some stranger to be there, stashing all your valuables into his bag, and that might’ve been better than who you did see. Light Yagami—standing in your kitchen with two takeout bags in front of him.
“You were sleeping, I didn’t want to disturb you.” He spoke, noticing your grip on the book and the slightly sleepy yet alert look on your face.
“I..I’m not going to yell at you again. In fact, I’m here because of that. Could…could you come down here please?”
You swallowed hard, making your way down the rest of the stairs before tossing the book onto the sofa. You walked over to him with your arms crossed, a hurt pout crossing your features.
He sighed, taking a step closer to you. “I’m extremely sorry for what I said.. The notebook’s been a heavy thing to carry along with me and I’ve just been taking it out on you, when that’s really the last thing I should be doing.” He murmured, gently placing his hands on your waist, a faint smile tugging the corners of his lips the moment you dropped your arms.
“Why can’t you abandon it then? Can…can we go back to the way we were before?”
Light let out a deep sigh, squeezing your sides as if it were a warning. “You know I can’t do that.”
It was worth a shot you supposed.
“Don’t look so sad. I brought over some food, and this time we can watch whatever movie you want? That’s what you wanted right?”
You nodded your head, a tiny frown still adorning your lips. “Mhm.”
“Go sit on the sofa, I’ll bring over the food.”
“Hm.” You hummed, walking back over into your living room, flopping down onto the sofa, tucking your legs beneath yourself as you grabbed the TV’s remote.
Light walked over with the bags in hand, sitting down beside you before beginning to open them.
“Could we watch Tangled?”
“Whatever you want.” He smiled, placing paper containers of rice, noodles, dumplings, and other foods onto the table.
“Could…could we just sit together and then eat for the second half of the movie..?” You spoke, eager to cuddle next to him. A pillow could never replace his warmth, no matter how hard you wanted it to.
“The food will get cold—“
“Please, Light.” You whispered, already moving closer, both your arms wrapping around his one.
He looked over at you, that pleading little look breaking his resolve almost completely.
You smiled for the first time since he’d gotten there, instantly crawling into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re like a spider.” He commented, but you paid absolutely no mind, clicking play on the movie.
“You’re hiding things from me now?” He chuckled, gently kissing your forehead.
“I can keep secrets too.” You replied, earning a smile from him.
“Ahah..funny. Movie’s starting now.” He mumbled, keeping his hand on your lower back—his other on your thighs. You could remember the first time he held you like this. After you’d gotten hurt back in freshmen year and he carried you like this all the way to the infirmary. At least the Light you knew wasn’t completely gone. Yet.
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