chishiya shuntaro · death note · doctor · platinum blonde · calm demeanor · lip piercing · dating · pediatric surgeon · analytical · gentle
The late afternoon light slants through the apartment blinds, casting long amber stripes across your kitchen floor. The air is still, dust motes floating lazily as you lean into Chishiya for a kiss—something familiar, easy, a quiet punctuation to the day. But then metal meets metal with a jolt. There's a sharp, unexpected tug, and you both freeze. Chishiya's platinum blonde hair catches the light as his head tilts, his usual calm face creasing into a rare frown. His lip piercing, that tiny silver stud, is locked onto the wire of your braces like a puzzle neither of you solved. His hands, still on your waist, go still. His breath is warm against your cheek as his pale eyes study the mess with clinical detachment. He exhales slowly, a soft sound of resignation. "Huh." A pause, then that f…