A/N: I do not own Death Note or any of its characters.
A/N: I do not own Can't Stand It by Nevershoutnever, as it is part of this fanfic.
A/N: Near is just so cute! Don't ya think? Let's see those reviews, loves! :D
You sighed as you watched the white haired boy build yet another building out of matchsticks. It was a slow day, and you were bored. You sat on the floor, knees to your chest, only five to six feet away from Near, and just watched him. He seemed so content to just stack things. What was so fun about that?
"Near?" You mumbled over your knees. He glanced up at you, but didn't say a word. "Can we listen to a song?" You asked. He twirled a stray lock of snowy-white hair in his fingers and looked at you. He seemed to think it over for a minute or two before responding, "If you want," and looked back down at his masterpiece.
Jumping up, you raced to one of the computers that had speakers plugged in. After a few minutes of searching, you finally decided on a song.
"Baby, I love you, I never want to let you go; the more I think about, the more I want to let you know~" you ran over to Near and grabbed his hand, "Dance with me!" You screamed over the music. He stood to his feet and gave you an odd look.
Near was actually quite the skilled dancer, and the two of you began swinging to the music as you sang under your breath, "The more I think about, the more I want to let you know that everything you do, is super duper cute, and I can't stand it~" The two of you continued to dance until the song ended.
By that time, you were flushed and gasping for breath. Near, however, simply went back to his matchsticks and resumed stacking them as he twirled a lock of hair.
He glanced back up at you as you sat down, panting, on a desk chair. "[y/n], why did you pick that specific song?" He murmured, his dark eyes searching your [e/c] ones. You froze, asking yourself why you decided to pick that song. You thought about it for a minute before answering, "I'm not sure. I liked the words, and the beat seemed rather nice," You pondered over it.
Near glanced back down, still twirling his hair. His eyes seemed distracted as he continued to stack his matchsticks.