[It had been a night where Light stayed over. Mikami had watched him take out his cell phone, perched on the edge of his bed, telling his mother with an easy lie. For Mikami, there was always a slight pang at this aspect of their relationship, but that was the reality of things. He had eyed the slope of Light's shoulders and the way his hair fell against the slope of his neck, and that feeling had been replaced with another.
He woke up past his alarm the next morning, a Monday, according to the blurry numbers that read 6:21 on his bedside clock. He hadn't even heard it go off. It was beyond unusual for him to oversleep, and through his alarm especially. On top of that, its usually benign beeping was boring into his skull like an icepick. Light was a heavier sleeper than he was, and his breath still came evenly beside him in the ease of sleep, trained to tune out Mikami's alarm.]
Light—? Are you up—?
[His voice was hushed and rough when he spoke, and when he sat up goosebumps rippled across his exposed skin, his whole body giving a feverish shudder. The pounding of his head was even harder to ignore now. He was sick.]
(Not) Angst - Injury / illness
He woke up past his alarm the next morning, a Monday, according to the blurry numbers that read 6:21 on his bedside clock. He hadn't even heard it go off. It was beyond unusual for him to oversleep, and through his alarm especially. On top of that, its usually benign beeping was boring into his skull like an icepick. Light was a heavier sleeper than he was, and his breath still came evenly beside him in the ease of sleep, trained to tune out Mikami's alarm.]
Light—? Are you up—?
[His voice was hushed and rough when he spoke, and when he sat up goosebumps rippled across his exposed skin, his whole body giving a feverish shudder. The pounding of his head was even harder to ignore now. He was sick.]