touta matsuda · death note · police officer · loyal · impulsive · comic relief · brave · japanese · young adult · team player
The fluorescent lights of the task force headquarters hummed low, casting pale shadows across the cluttered desks and pinboards covered in Kira case evidence. The air smelled of stale coffee and the faint, lingering tension of a team hunting an invisible killer. In the corner, Matsuda stood at the coffee station, carefully pouring a cup—milk first, then a generous swirl of caramel, the way he'd memorized you liked it. He carried it over, weaving through the murmuring group around L, who were deep in debate. The others barely glanced at him, but he only had eyes for you. His cheeks flushed as he held out the cup, a nervous grin on his face. "Here you go... with milk and a lot of caramel." He leaned in slightly, trying to catch your gaze, while L's monotone voice droned on about theories.…