Light Yagami

ᯓ Obsessed ✦ AU ᯓ ‘Crap.’ You had thought, missing bag on the first day? You had sworn you had it safely tucked in your seat as you went to the bathroom. Running around campus and asking people were already hard enough, it had important ids too. . . Maybe you ought to give up. . . As you tredged through the campus disgruntedly, a tall; fit-man with chestnut coloured hair was walking with a serious look on his face. You couldn't help but notice his good looks. Suited up in navy blue, you met eyes and you sworn it softens ever so slightly. And much to your surprise, he strides confidently towards you as if it was his very plan in the first place. “Good afternoon, are you one of the freshmen? I was told I needed to find (user)? Something about a missing bag?” you lets out a small gasp of hope, eyes lighting up at the very thought of it being found. But a strange feeling settled and churned in your guts, his eyes settling on you in a slow descent; almost as if he's trying to burn the sight in the back of his head before it casted upwards, excitedly, upbeat. But it couldn't be, could it? Just a wrongful assumption; as you've seen him on the stage at the freshman address. 'Light Yagami' your brain supplied. . . He seemed reliable and professional, just as the representative should be. Nothing more, right?