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#the most ridiculous thing I found is someone saying that L doesn't care about human life just as Light
nateriverswife · 1 year
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I'm sorry, but I cannot take seriously those who say that Light and L are exactly the same or that L is as bad as Light. I just can't. My brain cannot comprehend how you can equate a mass murderer to a detective that is sometimes a jerk and did some questionable things. If you mean personality wise, they are both assholes and ruthless, but still in different manners. Only the fact that they deceive and manipulate others, as well as the core or their ideology (justice), is the same, but even there, there's a clear distinction that makes them different.
If Near and Mello are said to be two (extreme) parts of L, then you have also to think that they are parts of Light, and they are not.
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thisnoodlewritesao3 · 3 years
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CONGRATS ON 50 FOLLOWERS BB!! i am so unbelievably proud of u ^^ u so deserve it and many more to come!! & ur event is so unique i love it :o i'd like to put in a request but please don't feel obliged to do it if it doesn't sit right with you :3 could i get a piece with kyoutani where you have your enemy's name on wrist and your soulmate's on the other, and you can't tell which is which. i'm not too sure ab the genre..whatever you think is suitable :) also i go by mostly they/them pronouns! <333
This one had me a little worried, but I’m so happy with how it turned out. I hope it does all your wishes justice my love.
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In a world where everyone has some sort of soulmate mark, you couldn’t have hated yours more. Who wanted to live with the uncertainty of which name was your soulmate and which was your enemy? The one destined to love you and the one destined to hate you? You thought that it was ridiculous, you hate it so much that you covered them both. Of course you knew the names off by heart, if you ever found one of them, you’d let destiny lead you in the right direction.
It isn’t until your second year of high school that you finally meet one of the names on your wrist; you’re maybe an hour into the school day when someone bursts into your classroom. You turn to look at the intruder, eyes landing on a boy with bleach blond hair and two black stripes running across his head; from here, it looks like he was wearing eyeliner, and there was something more hostile in his eyes that made you shudder. His shirt was untucked, sleeves rolled up to just above his forearm. “Looks like you finally decided to show up, Kyoutani-” you flinched at the name, absentmindedly rubbing your left wrist. Maybe it was just a coincidence… “- you can take a seat behind, L/N, I’m sure they can show you everything you’ve missed this week.”
Kyoutani grunts, rolling his eyes before practically throwing himself into the seat behind you. And now all eyes are on you, especially when he starts to bore holes into the back of your head. Something tells you that you aren’t going to get along with him.
And you would be right. After the first day you don’t talk to each other, especially since he had been arguing with you most of the time - it all started when he said your notes looked stupid. You bit back that his hair looked stupid. Everything from there just spiralled.
Well, at least I know exactly who my destined enemy is.
Every time the two of you were forced to interact, there would be hell to pay. Things only got worse when the school’s notorious volleyball prince - Oikawa Tooru - figured out the relationship between the two of you. “Mad Dog!” He called down the halls one day. You watched something else inside of him shift and smirked.
“Maybe if you learned how to take your own notes, then you wouldn’t have to come begging me,” you teased, waving the notes in the air. You looked over your shoulder and something mischievous flashed in your eyes, “isn’t that right, Mad Dog?”
If murder were legal, you’re sure he would have committed it right then and there. A legitimate fear filled you when his fist flew past your head and into the wall, he was leaning over you, typical darkness in his eyes that was only heightened by Oikawa squealing. Your heart was racing in your chest - but neither of you moved, not until Iwaizumi pulled him away.
You almost felt bad for him - actually, you did feel bad for him. It was your fault he was going to get in trouble with upperclassmen. So you decided to be a kind person - not like you weren’t already one - and spend part of the night making him his own set of notes.
Only he didn’t show up the next day, or the day after that. In fact, he didn’t show up for an entire week and you were worried - which was stupid because why would you be worried about your destined enemy? Of course, you did what any reasonable enemy would and went to his club, you weren’t exactly nervous. They were only the volleyball club after all, what did you need to worry about? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Walking in was surprisingly easy considering how careful they had to be about Oikawa’s fangirls, although they clearly hadn’t noticed you. Not until you met eyes with Iwaizumi, “you aren’t meant to be here.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Oh! You’re Mad Dog’s friend.” Oikawa ran over to you while waving with such glee, a cheerful smile toyed at his lips. “What are you doing here, darling?” You frowned at the nickname but let out a sigh.
“I’m looking for Kyoutani,” you mumbled, clutching the strap of your bag tighter. It almost feels weird to admit, “he hasn’t been showing up to class.” They all look at you like you’ve grown a second head and you have to actually check. “What are you staring at?” You say through gritted teeth. Oikawa laughs at your change in expression.
“Worried about him, are we?” He mused, only chuckling when you shift uncomfortably. “I thought you were ‘destined enemies’ or something.” You know exactly what he’s referring to and subconsciously rub your left wrist.
“Probably…” you look away from him, it’s like his eyes are piercing into you, “I mean, I don’t know. It’s hard to figure out, I’m just basing everything off of what I can see.” You slowly shrink in on yourself. “Does it even matter? I’ll never know who’s meant to be my soulmate unless I meet them both, you wouldn’t get it.” You didn't know why you were defending yourself, it wasn’t like it mattered. It was just simple, they all had it easier than you, even if some of them were harder than others. Two names just complicated things. “And so what if I’m worried?” You tried not to yell, “I’m just a human and I care about people when they get upset! Besides, it was my fault he got mad and I wanted to make it up to him…”
None of them spoke, staring at you with their mouths wide open. Heavy footsteps behind you barely managed to catch your attention and you turned around to find Kyoutani standing there, looking down at you. You freeze. How are you meant to react? How is he going to react?
He doesn’t say anything, not for a little while, it feels like a silent stand-off; you broke the silence by rummaging through your bag, searching for the notes you’d made specifically for him. They all watched curiously, even more when you shoved the notes onto his chest hard, knocking the wind out of him. For a minute, he stared down at the notes with confusion and wonder in his eyes; it made you uncomfortable, his normal aggression almost completely thrown out the window.
Something inside both of you changed when you locked eyes.
You wouldn’t say this is the day you realised that even destined enemies could get along, but it’s certainly the story you tell at your wedding.
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