There were few things Ryuzaki could remember from his past before becoming a shinigami. His name, his love for sweets, a smiling face lit by red lights, and the name attached to that face. Light Yagami. Most shinigami couldn’t remember anything of their previous lives, but Ryuzaki was unique in multiple ways. He didn’t look like the others, he looked mostly human. The only differences were the fluffy black wings he could hide when needed, and his glowing, amber eyes.
The name “Light Yagami” haunted him. He obsessed over it, over those fuzzy memories, until the day he finally saw him. It all came together when he was looking through a portal in the human world, that name standing out amongst a crowd. A young college student- a young handsome college student.
With a bit of effort, Ryuzaki managed to sneak down to the human realm, stealthily tucking his notebook into the young man’s schoolbag. Surely this is what I’m supposed to do? Why else would he be so important to me? It only makes sense, as I’m a shinigami.