[ PSL; grey eyes piercing the sun ]

[godly]

[He comes around, sometimes. Their relationship is an odd one, but Light would call her a friend in the array of connections and acquaintances he collects for himself. Fastidiously curated like everything else in his life, she is the closest to someone he’d visit without calling or texting first — his breach of decorum says something for the familiarity he’s garnered with her, since that day they played Go in the park together.

He presses his finger to the buzzer, his other hand languishing in his pocket. Light looks bored today; it gnaws at him like a disease too cumbersome to do much else. Otherwise, he’s as presentable as ever, not a hair out of place.]

Ryougi-san. [After all this time, he still calls her that.] You’re home, aren’t you?

[No doubt she is. He’d be surprised if she wasn’t. The question was mostly ceremony, anyway.]

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[deathline]

[She awakens not at the sound of the buzzer, but the sound of Light Yagami's voice.

Along with Kokuto and every so often, Akitaka, Light was in the rotation of individuals who would visit the solitary young woman in her one-room apartment. Blinking slowly, Shiki sleepily swings her legs over the edge of the bed, calling out to him. ]

I'm up.

[Unlike Kokuto, Yagami does not have a key.

Touko, in a moment of her more wisecracking moods, had remarked that Shiki Ryougi and Light Yagami were a strange pair of magnets. They were neither drawn to each other enough to be stuck at each other's side nor is there a natural repulsion as one may expect. Kokuto, genial simpleton that he was, seemed to think differently and even highly of the pair; "It's nice that you have a friend like Yagami-kun."

She opens the door for him, giving Light a once-over as if to make sure it's there's nothing amiss. Prim, proper, with smooth edges metaphorically and literally.

That part of him really disgusts her sometimes, but paradoxically, it's also why she found him tolerable.]

Done with all your homework Yagami?

[godly]

[The door swings open and he looks at her with a rising brow.]

I didn’t know my schoolwork was being held accountable by you.

[Polite and proper as he usually is, he can be a little dismissive in her presence now. (He finished all his schoolwork the day it was assigned.) His eyes betray giving her a once-over in kind.]

Doesn’t look like you were busy. Are you going to invite me in?

[deathline]

[She just associates academics with him is all. He's such an honor student. As for herself, she's wearing a yellow kimono instead of her usual blue (like the first time they met) and while her hair is slightly mussed up, she pays it no mind.

Shiki shrugs and opens the door a few inches wider.]

C'mon in then. Do you wanna snack on something?

[Please choose a snack of a) a water or b) an ice cream]

[godly]

[He steps in, casts a glance around as if he should expect it to be any different than the usual. It isn't, of course, and it makes her question something of a farce.]

A snack, being...?

[He's already guessing at her reply in his head. Water, or ice cream.]

You really should stock up on more around here. This is like the apartment of a very sad bachelor.

[deathline]

I'm not gonna stay here forever. No point in filling it up.

[There are plenty of statements made about how the external state of someone's living space reflects their internal state. Looking at Shiki's room it's... Lacking. Clean (on most days), but hauntingly empty with space only taken up by the necessities. Bed (sleep), fridge (bottled water, the occasional snack foods), a bathroom that's out of sight, a coat rack to hold her strawberry-red jacket, and a small boxy TV that looks like it lost its way from the last decade (and yes, it's recent).]

The door to the fridge is opened, casting a pale light across the floor.]

Well, I have some bottled water.

[geez. But she does take out two bottles, one for herself, one for him. It's oddly hospitable of her since the alternative is just expecting him to help himself.]

Not that they'd have much to worry about with you, but do your parents know about the people you visit?

[aka are they aware light has a weird acquaintanceship with someone with overt vague ties to yakuza]