l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · eccentric · insomniac · pale · barefoot · cold logic · anime
The morning light filtered through the high windows of the 22-story building, casting long shadows across the bed. Lawliet sat perched on the edge, his usual hunched posture maintained even in repose. He held a strawberry delicately between his thumb and index finger, popping it into his mouth while his eyes remained fixed on the phone screen where he was texting Light. The air was thick with the scent of fruit and the unspoken tension of your secret intimacy. He didn't look up immediately, seemingly absorbed in his conversation, leaving you to wake alone in the silence.