Death Note: Crush
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Crush
by omi
"Misa-Misa wants to go on a date," says the girl, mouth pursing into a sexy little moue. "Date. Daaay-toh." The words in her mouth changes, elongates with added stress.
She sits at Raito's feet, legs drawn up under her, skirt falling around her in a flurry of black and lace and her chin leaning on his thigh, perilously close to his crotch.
She is only allowed to be around on his sufferance. She knows he doesn't really like her. That he doesn't really like anyone.
But Misa doesn't care.
She pouts and nibbles at a finger, pink-slicked lips gleaming red.
Crush
by omi
"Misa-Misa wants to go on a date," says the girl, mouth pursing into a sexy little moue. "Date. Daaay-toh." The words in her mouth changes, elongates with added stress.
She sits at Raito's feet, legs drawn up under her, skirt falling around her in a flurry of black and lace and her chin leaning on his thigh, perilously close to his crotch.
She is only allowed to be around on his sufferance. She knows he doesn't really like her. That he doesn't really like anyone.
But Misa doesn't care.
She pouts and nibbles at a finger, pink-slicked lips gleaming red.