I don't own Death Note, other wise L, Mello, Matt and Light wouldn't be dead
I don't own Death Note, other wise L, Mello, Matt and Light wouldn't be dead.
Oddities.
All of the super-genius boys had their quirks, their oddities. Yeah, they were all obsessed with justice, but they each seemed to have their own little… oddity. L had his sweets, his crouch, his bare feet, his thumb chewing. Near had toys and pajamas. Mello had chocolate and black, tight leather. Matt had video games. The only genius who's quirk was not shown was Light, unless you count his killing, which was a justice obsession.
Light Yagami inspected his small apartment. It was completely covered with comics. All over his living room, though neatly scattered, where comics in piles and heaps and stacks. In every corner of the room, and wedged tightly onto three bookshelves they collected. He was a bit obsessed, to say the least.
"You know, Light, you really are almost as odd as Ryuuzaki is with sweets," Matsuda said to the younger man.
"I resent that statement," Light and Ryuusaki said in unison.
"I don't appreciate being compared to Light-kun in the least. I am no where near as bad as he is, and is I don't eat sweets my thought process is slowed by 75," Ryuuzaki said, opening one of the cabinets in the kitchenette.
Half a dozen bags of potato chips fell from the over stuffed pantry. Light walked over and snatched one while Ryuuzaki and Matsuda stared in amazment.
"And there I always thought you were normal," Matsuda said, in a slightly stupid fashion. Light rolled his eyes and sat on his couch.
"How did Light-kun stay so… not enormous, eating all of those chips?" Ryuuzaki questioned, popping a gum-drop into his mouth.
"You know, Ryuuzaki, I could ask you the same question.
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