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There are two types of people in this world. There are the special ones; the ones who are smart, capable, and end up changing the world. Then there's the rest. These are the ones who go through their day-to-day lives doing nothing of importance until they eventually die, having made not even a dent in the world. Yagami Light was a special person. Matsuda Touta was not. So why did Light seem to show an interest in him?
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It was already a slightly odd day when Matsuda experienced Light's unusual behavior.
He woke up later then he was supposed to, but that wasn't too uncommon. It's the reason why that was odd. The young man had stayed up late the previous night trying to get some extra work done for the Task Force in an attempt to get some recognition from his colleagues. As much as he wanted to help catch the notorious murderer Kira and put an end to his reign of terror, he would be lying if he said he enjoyed his work. His lack of interest in the repetitive job of going over the time and place of the deaths of Kira's victims led to him not being the most productive worker. And everyone made sure to let him know. From L's sarcastic comments to Chief Yagami's disapproving stares to Aizawa's reprimands, Matsuda was fully aware that something needed to change. His solution was to work longer than usual, but all he ended up accomplishing was staring at the screen of his laptop for a few extra hours and exhausting himself.
The detective panicked upon seeing the time on his digital clock. The little red numbers seemed to be mocking him for his incompetence. He jumped up, grabbed some clothes, and hopped into the shower. He realized while washing his hair that he could most likely get to the office in time if he skipped breakfast, so that's what he decided to do. After finishing his morning routine he ran out the door and down the street to the metro station, just barely making the train. He relaxed after finding an empty space to settle down. He might not have gotten anything good done last night, but at least he didn't screw up this morning either. He was distracted from his thoughts by a rumbling from his stomach, but he decided to ignore it for the rest of the ride.
Matsuda was one of the last people to arrive at the headquarters that morning. Light, surprisingly, was the only one yet to appear. He settled down in one of the chairs and turned on his computer. He sighed to himself. While he was happy that his coworkers were getting along, hearing them chatting amongst themselves while not even acknowledging his existence made him feel a bit put-off. Not at them, no. He could never be truly mad at the people working tirelessly to catch Kira. Just with the situation in general.
The black-haired man was once again interrupted from his thoughts, but this time it was Light who did so. He entered the large grey room carrying a small bag and a drink from a local coffee shop.
"Good morning," he greeted the group with his classic calm-but-charming demeanor.
The rest of the Task Force chorused back with their own greetings. Matsuda couldn't help but think about how no one even noticed when he arrived. He couldn't blame the brunette, though. He just had a way with people that Matsuda did not.
He already wasn't expecting Light to approach him, much less place the food in his hands on the desk in front of Matsuda.
"Good morning, Matsuda-san. I noticed you were still at the office when I left, so I assumed you stayed after-hours. I thought you might be tired so I picked up something for you on my way here," he said with nonchalance, as if that was something he did all the time.
Matsuda knew he must look like an idiot, but he couldn't keep the grin from forming on his face. On the surface it doesn't look like much, just a guy buying breakfast for a coworker, but it meant more than that. He not only noticed Matsuda's work, but he appreciated it. No one on the Task Force had showed that much care for what he did before.
He was about to thank Light but the words got caught in his mouth when he opened the little paper bag. It was a cinnamon roll. One of his favorite foods in the world. Light chuckled at the wide-eyed expression on his face.
"You always grab the cinnamon rolls from Watari's cart, so I took an educated guess," he explained with a grin. "Thanks for the work you did last night, Matsuda-san. I'll see you around,"
Matsuda watched the prodigious teen as he walked off. Maybe he wasn't as unnoticed as he thought.