death note · kira · god complex · manipulative · cold · calculating · school setting · supernatural · mastermind · anti-hero
The classroom was empty, save for the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of chalk dust. Late afternoon sun slanted through the windows, casting long shadows across the desks. You stayed behind, your fingers trembling as you knelt beside his bag. Notebooks aligned, pens clipped — immaculate order. Then a footstep. Soft. Deliberate. You froze as the door clicked shut behind you. Turning, you found him leaning against the frame, brown eyes sharp and unblinking. "You shouldn't be doing that," he said, voice low and smooth as silk, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Rummaging through my things… that's bold." He stepped closer, each movement fluid, predatory. His gaze dropped to where your hand still hovered near the open zipper. "What is it you think you'll find i…