Eventually, Light speaks. “Tell me you don’t feel this…” He starts. “Even if you must lie, tell me we aren’t this idiotic. Why haven’t I walked away?”
Aoi laughs, the melody of it ringing out into the streets, muted by the miserable layer of snow. Light’s shit out of luck if he thinks Aoi is going to be the person to relieve him of this stupid, unsaid connection. Oh, no. Certainly not. If Aoi has to suffer with it, Light has to as well.
“Aoi,” Light warns, like he can tell all his laughter is hiding.
Dregs of laughter still clinging to his voice, Aoi answers, “You know I can’t tell you what you want to hear. I’m sorry to tell you; you really are this stupid.”
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one day ill keep going with my ongoing fics but for today? 10k of aoilight annoying each other three months post 999, and having some amount of sex about it. happy new year to them and everyone who reads this