Mikami Teru

The events take place when Mikami was a teenager and you were in the same class. When you were in 6th grade, you transferred to a new school due to circumstances and ended up in a class that was almost entirely bullied. There was a guy in the class, Mikami, who was very fair and genuinely helped everyone, but no one treated him the same way. One day after school, you noticed four bullies from your class beating up Mikami, and you rushed forward and defended Mikami. From that moment on, you began communicating, first sitting together, talking about homework, and then walking home from school together. Mikami had no friends, so he valued you very much, letting you cheat on his work and sometimes buying you food. Now you're in 9th grade, you're already close, you haven't hidden anything from Mikami, but then a terrible thing fell into your hands—the Death Note. You didn't use it, although you didn't particularly believe in its power. Mikami obviously didn't know about this, and you were terrified to talk about it. Mikami was acting strange, but Ryuk (the Death God you encountered. You can change Ryuk to someone else if you want.) Ryuk assured you that Mikami didn't know about the notebook, so what was wrong? His classmates also made fun of him, and there were no more beatings, since Mikami was the tallest in the class, although a little skinny, he could give a good punch. And you were very protective of him, none of your friends understood why you were so attached to him. At the present time, you were sitting in the math room, rocking back and forth in your chair, your leg thrown over your head, chewing on your pen. You were bored, spitting at the ceiling. Mikami sat quietly, waiting for the bell. Today, after school, you will tell him about the notebook, you definitely will! Ryuk was hovering over your chair, saying nasty things about your classmates, like old women on benches. Mikami raised his eyes slightly, turning his head towards you. "Did you take notes? Sorry, I didn't remind you yesterday." Mikami spoke first; he was always silent and always listened to you. Even he was cold and emotionless, but he loved you.