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You and Misa were considered pretty close friends, and you were growing almost as popular as her! She demanded you always come with her on her shoots, and you two also practically had "weekly dates", as her own less parasocial fans would call it.
You two were seen together almost every week, sitting at the same cafe, usually downing some ice cream. Although you always ended up helping her finish it, due to her strict diet. But at times, you just force her to finish it herself.
"Come on, Misa!" You whined, leaning forward as you put a spoon of ice cream to her mouth.
She shakes her head and turns it away with a huff, "No means no! What do you not get?!" She said in an irritated tone, but she was silently hoping you'd ask again so she can pretend she's giving up and just take the ice cream anyway.
"Ugh, come oon! You won't be dragging a massive belly around from some extra ice cream! JUST TAKE THE DAMN CREAM!!" You begged again, keeping a playful edge to your voice. You didn't actually wanna pressure her too much, you hated doing that. But you wanted her to enjoy things, too! Ice cream is great!
"Fine!" Misa rolled her eyes, but she was more than happy to take the ice cream.
You laughed, bringing the spoon closer as she opened up and took it in her mouth with a giggle.
Misa can't deny that it somehow manages to taste better when you're feeding her like this, but she shook those thoughts away.
Feelings like that was always paid not enough mind. She always reminds herself that she already has a boyfriend that can do all of that.
Although momentarily, she wished that Light would start paying attention to her like you do.
I mean, when was the last time they went to a proper date together? When was the last time they went shopping? When was the last time HE hugged HER? When was the last time he bought her anything? When was the last time he called her for something that wasn't some stupid mission?! When was the last time he–
"Misa?" You spoke up, snapping her out of her train of thought. She shook her head and smiled softly.
"Oh– Ah, sorry! I must've zoned out for a second!" Her usual cheerfulness sounded so obviously forced now, and you caught onto that quickly.. but didn't wanna bother her with it now. They'll talk later.
You smiled at her, giggling and pointing at her ice cream with your spoon.
"Your ice cream is gonna melt."
"Ah!"
Misa was dragged away from her overthinking state as she fully focused on the melting ice cream. Yes, it was in a cup but it's disgusting when it gets all warm and liquidy!
"Well, seems like you won't be able to enjoy your ice cream at it's finest anymore." You shrugged, snickering at her misfortune.
She just rolled her eyes, poking around the... depressing melted ice cream in her cup, contemplating whether to eat it anyway.
"More focus next time, Misa." You couldn't keep a grin to yourself, enjoying teasing her about little things like these.
"Ugh, no! Next time we're getting cake!" She pushed the cup away, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms with a pout.
"Yeah, yeah. Only if YOU eat YOUR part." You added.
Misa was about to agree without hesitation, but stopped herself.
"Do I HAVE to?" She rolled her eyes again, looking to the side. This time she was so obviously just pretending. And you caught onto that too.
You sighed, "Misa, just say you want me to feed you." You tried to sound nonchalant, but you were so obviously holding back a laugh.
"What? No, you weirdo! I have– I have a diet I'm forced to keep, remember? THE DIET!! I HAVE TO–" Misa sounded a bit too defensive for her own good, now going on a rant about her diet and why she has to keep it, and why she doesn't just want you to feed her.
She ended up eating the whole cake by herself either way the next time you guys met up.