I was just excited about having a minor role in an up and coming drama. Out of 12 episodes, I was going to show up in at least 3, and it was possibly the biggest deal my agent had been able to set up in a few months.

I wasn't popular, and usually ended up parading myself at photo shoots only to get turned down in the long run.

Every time I passed a promotional poster that featured any of the girls who had surpassed me, I felt a hot pang of jealousy and an even sharper sting of shame.

They deserved to be up there because they were absolutely gorgeous. And in all honesty, I didn't know if I wanted to be them, or be with them.

It was an ongoing battle that I kept hidden deep within myself daily, and I had never once uttered a word of my troubles to anyone. Not even to my agent, that saint of a woman, who kept trying to pair me up with hot and rising male models. Bless her soul, she was trying to get more for me than just money even if it proved to be progressively harder to find excuses as to why I didn't want to continue seeing whoever she set me up with.

The first day on the set of the drama, Yachi tried to pair me with some guy named Endo Masami, and even though he was dainty and quite cute, he was definitely not what I would ever be looking for. It was hard to tell him that I was not looking for anything serious, especially when he expressed genuine interest in my hobbies outside of this industry. The rose quartz that dangled around his neck proved that we had common ground.

Also (and more importantly) on the first day, I was gifted with the sight of the lead role in the drama.

I saw Amane Misa walk onto the set, pig tails bouncing and red lips spread into a sweet smile, and I thought to myself, "I really could die happily right now."

"You're in love with Amane Misa."

Such a simple observation shattered the only world I knew. A few agonizing seconds of silence ensued. Misa's eyes widened and she looked over to me. The noise that slipped out of Light's mouth sounded strangled and he slapped his hand over his lips to try and subdue it.

My eyes slipped down to my hands and they were all I could see. The edges of my vision blurred heavily and the heat that rose to my face was accompanied along with a sharp throb to my head.

"A-Akemi-chan is my best friend, Ryuzaki-kun, and she was so happy to support Light and Misa, there's no way-!"

Of course she was quick to come to my defense, but the weight of guilt had already settled in my stomach and I felt that if I tried to speak I would drag it up and be forced to puke all over the hotel's atrocious carpet.

Suddenly her hands were upon mine, and my head snapped up. Our eyes met, and Misa flashed one of her famous smiles. It wasn't forced, and there was a part of me that was relieved that Misa wasn't buying this guy's (correct) assumption.

"It's okay, Akemi-chan, don't worry about Ryuzaki! He's not a very fun person to be around," she pat my hands before pointing at the strange man scrunched up beside Light.

"You can't just say things like that out loud, especially since you hardly know Akemi-chan at all! You obviously don't know much about love. You won't even let Misa alone with Light. If you can't tell the difference between Akemi-chan's and Misa's love, there really is no hope for you."

"Misa!" I cried, scrambling to fight the arms off of her. It only resulted in arms wrapping around me as well.

"Akemi-chan!"

I heard a sharp inhale followed by a choked squeak, and I couldn't exert enough strength against the grappling to turn around to make sure she was okay. I tried to pry the hand off of my face, and opened my mouth to crunch down upon the fingers.

The sting of pain in my left arm left me gasping, and my body tensed so violently that I felt every muscle in my legs seize and vibrate against each other. Someone had just injected me with-

I awoke groggily. My body was stiff, my mouth was dry as a desert, and I couldn't feel my fingers. Even as I struggled to open my eyes, the world around me remained dark despite the indication of buzzing electricity above me.

"Are you awake, Akemi Rinne-san?"

Everything came back to me and left my head reeling. Misa had been grabbed by masked men, and without thinking I threw myself into the mix and tried to help her.

Wherever we were, it wasn't good. And the terrible taste of bile rose quickly and burned my throat. I choked and tried to swallow it down, but it bubbled past my lips and down my chin.

"Where's Misa?" I croaked, spitting some of the awful vomit from my mouth. My lower lip was trembling and I felt the vomit slide down my neck and onto my new pink pullover.

"Amane Misa-san is confined as well."

The computerized voice had no emotion. Whoever was doing this didn't feel a damn thing, and that thought alone intensified my fear ten fold. No mercy from here on out if this was how it was going to be.

Was Misa okay?

"W-what do you want?"

The break in my voice was all it took for me to crack along with it. I felt the cloth over my eyes soak up the tears that slipped past my clenched eyelids.

"Amane-san is suspected of being the second Kira. You are her accomplice."

Breath caught in my throat. Misa was suspected of being the second Kira? But there was no way! I knew Misa better than that. If she were killing people I would've found out by now, right?

Wait, second Kira?

Was there more than one? Of all the times I wished I had kept up with the news instead of living in my own little world, it was now. I hadn't heard much about Kira other than that whoever it was, they murdered criminals and people weren't taking well to that.

"If Amane-san confesses and you answer the following questions truthfully, this will be less painful for you in the long run."

I remember Misa telling me that Kira was a savior, and that he had blessed her specifically. The murderer of her parents was now six feet under. I was happy for her, happy that her family was avenged and that she could live her best life now that he had suffered permanent death. It was that day where, after I had held her and wiped her tears of happiness, I thought momentarily that maybe the being known as Kira wasn't entirely what the media had made them out to be in the beginning: a cruel murderer. Even if I didn't agree with killing, just this once I felt that it was right.

How could Misa have been so surprised at that man's death if she were Kira? Or had some sort of killing power to where she could have done it herself? And-

"When did you meet Amane-san?"

The never-ending list of questions that followed was tedious and unnecessary, but I had nothing to hide. I answered each question truthfully, blubbering my way through stories and encounters I had had since my first meeting with Misa.

By the end of the interrogation, I was crying again. I was so scared for Misa, for what could possibly be the biggest secret ever kept from me. It scared me even more that if the assumptions were true on the part of the one interrogating me, I would find myself to be in love with a mass murderer.

"Misa has never had a girlfriend like this before," her smile was so genuine, my heart skipped a beat. "It's nice to be able to do this kind of thing!"

I grinned back, reaching to slide a piece of hair behind my ear. It was nice to be able to spend time with Misa outside of work as friends.

Her eyes left mine as she glanced down at the elaborate menu in front of her, running her fingers excitedly over the expansive list of delicacies. I could never tell her, but I wanted this to be a date. I had asked Amane Misa out on a date to an expensive and revered patisserie, but of course to her this was a friendly outing. Looking down at my own menu, I thought to myself that either way, I was beyond ecstatic that she had come.

The first time I got drunk with Yamagi Light, it was a trip.

I was flailing my limbs like my life depended on it, and Misa was right beside me, sometimes grabbing my arms or hands in an attempt to balance herself or to dance with me specifically.

I grabbed her hands back excitedly, lip syncing to the songs and laughing out loud as I felt the world rush past me in my invigorated and intoxicated state.

Yamagi was a lightweight. He was also flushed and loose, sometimes grabbing my shoulders for support and other times holding to the small blonde who bounced around the dance floor.

It was the most fun I had ever had.

I danced to the beat, and before I knew it Misa, Yagami, and I were all entangled together. Misa was hugging my waist, laughing to my chest, and Yagami had his arms around my shoulders, lightly clasped around my neck. It was hot and I was definitely sweating, but the fun and affection I felt from my companions outweighed any of the negatives.

It wasn't until we were all outside, panting and sitting so close our shoulders touched, that I realized maybe I had had a little bit too much to drink. Everything was happening so quickly, but I was still telling myself over and over that it was so fun and that I deserved to let loose.

Even if I was in the presence of the girl I loved and the man she loved.

Hey everyone! This is kind of a one-shot, not sure if it will become a full fledged story. These events from my OC are not in order, so the one with Light and Misa and Rinne getting drunk has them all over legal age!

I never see Misa get love, and I think her character has so much potential! That, and I absolutely am gay as hell and I want more OCxFemale characters from whatever show I'm hyper fixating on at the time!

I'm just posting this for fun, but let me know if you're all interested! I'd love to maybe post more one-shot style things like this, whether it be for this fandom or others. I also just love ocs!

Thanks for reading everyone! c: