AN: Well, here it is. I'm thinking that the chapters for this story will be longer than the last story. Oh well, we'll see. The new chapter for my other story will be up tomorrow, I got halfway through writing it and decided it was time to sleep. Sorry for the inconvenience. Anyways, with that said, enjoy!

/Light's P.O.V/

Same shit, different day. I rub my temples. Another huge migraine, distracting me from the work that I'm supposed to be completing. I'm the last one in the office again, of course.

Unlike my coworkers, I like to finish my paperwork and make sure that everything is in order before I return back to my boring life in my oversized house. Everyone else is probably at home with their wives and children, eating their dinners and conversing over their events of the day. I stand up from my chair, stretching my body from the lack of movement throughout the day before seating myself back down again and finishing up the last of my papers.
I'm not in any rush to get home to my uninteresting maids. It's annoying to have them oggle over me all the time, seeing as how I'm not even interested in women. Maybe I should find some other maids, possibly men. Attractive ones. At least then I'll have some eye candy. But you can't blame me. I'm a twenty-two year old single man. I need some excitement in my life.

By the time I'm done all the paperwork for the day, it's 11:30 at night. I clean off my desk and decide to browse around the internet on my personal laptop before heading home. I open up Google Chrome and type in the first site that comes to mind. Tumblr. I rarely ever go on this website. I only do it when I'm dreadfully bored and try to find things that could peak my interest in the slightest. I log in to my usual account and start scrolling through my dashboard, seeing multiple black and white pictures and text posts of people complaining about how they're in desperate need of a close relationship with somebody. I'm forced to unfollow many of these people, annoyed by their lack of intelligence and grammar/punctuation mistakes throughout their posts.
I soon come by a text post made by someone I don't ever remember following. I skim through the post, identifying that they're advertising some dating website. Hm, may as well. I open up a new tab, type in the name of the website and find myself on a brightly colored webpage. I'm lonely and single, so why not? I create an account and set my profile photo as the picture from my sister Sayu's wedding. I'm in my nicest suit in the picture, and I gotta say I look pretty damn attractive in it too. After my profile is set up, I log out and close my laptop. I'll check the account again in the morning. Hopefully I'll have some contact requests in my inbox. I put my laptop in it's bag and pull on my overly-expensive coat, zipping it up.

/L's P.O.V/

It's 11:00 at night and I'm just starting my homework. I blame my mother and her damn drinking habits. She had been out all day and hasn't come back, so I presume she's out getting drunk and laid by everyone in a bar. I had to clean up the whole house when I got home from school, which was a huge pain since she constantly leaves her beer cans and bottles scattered everywhere. A lot of the time she spills them, doesn't even bother cleaning them up and leaves them to stink up the house. It took hours to clean everything up and by the time I was finally done, it was already late and I hadn't even had dinner yet. The only upside to her not being home during dinnertime is she's not around to comment on my eating habits, make fun of me for the way I sit or my pale complexion. I was able to eat all the sweet things that I wanted and sit however I pleased.
I fly through my homework like it's nothing. Well, because it is. I already know all this stuff. I was teaching myself eleventh grade things while I was in fourth grade. I guess you could call me a genius, because that's what my teachers have always called me. Though having a high IQ has its benefits of never having to stress about tests and exams, it has downsides too. I can just sum it up by saying I've never had a friend before.

I'm not tired at all. I'm actually feeling a little bored at the moment, so I turn to the only thing that can usually keep me entertained in the late hours of the night; my laptop. I open it up and open my browser, going to the Google homepage. I stare at the bright white screen for a while, thinking about the endless possibilities the internet gives me. I bring my legs up to my chest and bring my thumb to my mouth, thinking about what I could do.
I end up thinking about life at school. Life in general. I'm a pretty lonely person, but then again I've learned that I don't need to depend on other people for happiness, seeing as how a lot of people just pretend that they like you to get things out of you. Though, I do crave a little love. I mean, I'm a seventeen year old homosexual teenage boy. Hormones suck.
I subconsciously type in the name of a dating website. Why not? Nothing bad could come out of this. The worst that could happen is people just not attempting to contact me after looking at my profile. I set up my account, setting my school photo as my profile picture seeing as how I don't really have any other pictures of myself. This might be the best one I have. After I'm done, I start scrolling through countless profiles of different men, all uninteresting.

Suddenly, a brown haired man catches my eye. His name is Light Yagami. I click on his profile, hoping to finally have found someone. I read through his profile, learning that he likes a lot of classic novels, as well as me. He enjoys classical music, just like me. Not to mention his profile picture shows that he's absolutely beautiful. The suit he's wearing on his tall body looks tailored to perfectly fit him.
I contemplate sending him a request. Would he like me? His profile says he is a bit older than me, but would he care? He wouldn't have shown up on my page if he set an age restriction.
I finally gain the nerve to click the contact request button. I quickly click away from his profile after doing so, as if it'll take back me doing so. I close my laptop, not even bothering to log out of my account. I cross my room and lay my lanky body on the bedspread, wondering if he'll accept my request. I hope he does. I hope he finds my profile interesting. I mean, I did notice that we had a lot of things in common according to our likes in the biographies.

I close my eyes, knowing that I may not be able to get to sleep for a long time, but it slows down my thoughts and relaxes my body.

I hear the front door open downstairs and my mother's drunken voice talking to someone else, probably another fuck buddy. I get up to close my door, muffling her annoying voice and the unfamiliar man's voice.

I lay back down and close my eyes again, and soon end up drifting off into sleep.