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'Baby, I'm a sociopath, sweet serial killer...' You hurriedly banged your door shut, leaning against it with your hand against your chest. You subconsciously began breathing through your mouth, taking deep breaths. You wiped away the balancing tears in your eyes before they could streak down your face. You shouldn't have run. You knew you shouldn't have, yet your instinct to flee kicked in, disabling your rational thought. Dropping your bag on the floor, you stumbled blindly into your kitchen and leaned over the sink. Having calmed your racing heart down, you could focus properly and think about what you should do. '...On the warpath, 'caus

(A/N:I saw an ending photo of Akashi playing the violin near a fireplace, and I was like- that boy is so perfect, what can I do with myself?? Lately, I’ve been referencing him as my future husband, just like Midorima. His character just entices me so much!)    This is not how you make love    This is not what we signed up for    This is not how it’s meant to be    This is how to start a war    Akashi grazed you a look, one with darkness emanating from his heterochromatic orbs. You didn’t turn, no, but stayed back, your (h/c) locks facing him. Away.    “You shouldn’t have done this to yourself, (f/n) (l/n)

    Your empathetic demeanor always gave you the ability to understand both sides of an issue; your indecisive stance on this new outbreak of convicts "magically" dying was no exception. While you were happy that the crime rate was decreasing dramatically, the fact that there was someone mass-murdering in an incomprehensible manner struck fear through your very being.     But you didn’t have time to reflect on controversial topics right now. You were late for your first day of college! You’re internal panic was made pretty apparent by your brisk pace through the halls, striving to make it in time for the opening ceremony. Relief

You smiled as Light intertwined his fingers with yours. You wished that you could stay like this forever with him. It probably wouldn't work out. First loves never do. It was hard for you to admit this, but it seemed like a universal truth. Light squeezed your hand when he noticed you staring off into the distance. "[Name]? Are you alright?" He stared at you with concerned brown eyes. You turned to look at him and nodded. Your worries didn't matter now. You were happy, just being with him like this. Nothing in the world could change that. *** Your [e/c] eyes snapped open and adjusted to the dull light. Tears threatened to well a you reali

   (Y/N) = Your Name    (L/N) = Your Last Name    (H/C) = Hair Color    (E/C) = Eye Color       Itallics = Thoughts    You were normal.  A normal girl, normal (H/C) hair, normal (E/C) eyes, and normal grades.  What you didn't know, however, was that there was a certain brunette narcissist who thought you were extraordinary.  That brunette's name was Light Yagami, and you, (Y/N) (L/n), were his obsession.   It all started one afternoon as you walked home from school.  You were distracted (a.k.a. blaring music while dance-walking and looking like a moron) when you tripped and fell onto the sidewalk, bloody cuts forming on your knees and