Death Note x Reader (REQUESTS OPEN)

Requested by: @Scarbrr

The snowy-haired boy, who also was a person at Wammy's House, had become the focal point of your fantasies. Everything about him coincided with your ideal type. Even though the two of you were merely colleagues, you had grown to know everything about Near: his little quirks, his favorite food, how his nose scrunched up in thought. 

All of these things only made you fall further in love with the boy. However, these facts could not help you completely, though. Whenever Near was around you, you always found yourself flustered and tripping over your words. No matter how much information you knew about him, that would not prove to aid you in talking to the boy. 

On this specific day, Near and you had been assigned to work on the same assignment. As expected, Near had accepted the situation, and the two of you gathered your items. Looking over the instructions, he closely followed after you to the library. As soon as he was settled, the white-haired boy immediately started to work on a good-sized portion of the assignment, outlining your section with a pencil. His fingers absently played with a fidget toy, which you were intently watching. 

A few minutes passed before you pulled out a bag that was filled with some of Near's favorite bite-sized candies. 

"Do you want some?" you asked, sliding it closer to the boy, whose eyes flicked over to peer at the bag. He leaned forward to pick out a couple of candies, unwrapping them and popping them into his mouth. "You can have more... if you want." 

"Thank you..." he murmured before continuing on the assignment. 

"Don't mention it," you replied as you began your own portion of the assignment. 

The two of you were able to place the highest in the class, much to Mello's chagrin. Over the next few days, you focused all of your energy on getting closer to Near through small gestures and treats. Today, you had constructed another plan.

As soon as your break had rolled around, you gave one last look at your group of friends, who were chasing after each other outside for a game of soccer. You peeked through all of the classrooms until you found Near sitting on the floor of one, intent on playing with his toy robots. 

"Hey, Near!" you warmly responded, your body tensing up when Near's cold eyes flicked up to meet yours. A short second passed before Near mumbled out a greeting, followed by him tugging on a strand of his snowy white hair. "Do you want to go outside and play soccer with us?" 

"No, I'm fine right here." 

"Alright, then. I'll keep you company then," you responded, sitting down across from the boy and pulling out a pack of cards from your pants pockets. Opening it up, you noticed the glance from Near, his gray eyes fixated on the deck of cards that were clutched tightly in your hands. 

"Do you want to play with me?" you offered, shifting closer to the boy and watching as his movements paused suddenly. "We could try to stack them up. It's really fun, and it could also help you focus." A short silence passed before you added, "You don't have to talk with me." 

As soon as you had made this clear, he moved closer to join you in building the tower. Soon enough, the bell rang to signal the end of your break, and Near silently watched as you began to gather your belongings. 

"You can keep the cards for yourself. You really seemed to enjoy them," you said once you noticed that Near had held it out towards you. "I need to get to my next class, but I'll see you later." 

"Goodbye..." 

His murmur made your smile quirk up as you slung your backpack on your shoulder, heading towards your next class. You were slowly but surely chipping away at his carefully-built walls, intent on finding the boy inside. 

--- 

The next break was spent under the shade of the tree. As the other kids played around, Near played with yet another of his fidget toys. A few minutes ago, you had sat down next to the snowy-haired boy, opening up a book and skimming through the pages. 

"Why are you doing this?" asked Near, earning your immediate attention. Twisting a strand of his hair around his finger, he stared at your expression. 

"Doing what? I'm just trying to get closer to you." 

"It was an abrupt change. Did someone dare you to do so?" 

"Of course not. I want to get closer to you. The only reason that I didn't do so before was that I was scared."  

"...Am I a scary person?" 

"Not really. It was more like I had a crush on you. I'm pretty sure that I still do." 

"What's that?" Near asked, tilting his head in confusion. 

"Nothing really. You'll find out later on." Your cheeks burned as you directed your attention to the blades of grass, which blew in the gentle breeze. 

A short silence followed before Near passed you a few of his toys, and he shifted a bit closer to you. 

"You can talk some more to me. I like your voice..." 

---

"I knew that I was being stalked," Near proclaimed, twisting a strand of his hair around his pointer finger. "Why else would you have known everything about what I liked?" 

"I was not stalking you! I was simply gathering information. Look, I was a really weird kid. Cut me some slack," you replied, shaking your head in amusement. 

Over the years, you and Near had grown closer until you had finally entered a romantic relationship with him. Before you knew it, you were in a happy marriage with the snowy-haired young man. 

"I am more than certain that you call that stalking." 

"There is great power in words. However, I assure you that I was not stalking you when we were younger." 

"Whatever you say, stalker." 

"You don't even know what that word means," you teasingly responded before your eyes widened in realization. "Speaking of words that you don't know, did you ever understand what a crush was?" 

"That very night, I had to have Roger explain what that meant." A small smile quirked up his lips as your body shook with laughter. 

"Poor Roger!" you exclaimed, falling silent as you gazed at him with wide eyes. "Wait a minute. You knew that I liked you from that point on?" 

"A lot of people can keep secrets," Near replied as he leaned over to tug on a strand of your hair, a habit that he had picked up from childhood.