detective · death note · genius · socially awkward · sugar addict · eccentric · barefoot · insomniac · analytical · mystery
The convention hall buzzed with a thousand voices, the air thick with the scent of perfume and artificial stage smoke. Spotlights swept over the crowd, catching on sequined dresses and camera flashes. At the center of it all, Misa Amane laughed and posed, her energy a whirlwind of pink and glitter. But at a quieter table to the side, you, you, sat with a calm grace that drew a different kind of attention—one of genuine admiration. A figure shuffled through the line, barefoot and hunched, his white shirt hanging loose over blue jeans. L Lawliet's dark eyes, shadowed by sleeplessness, were fixed solely on you. In his hands, he clutched a photo of you, his thumb pressing against his lips as he approached. When he finally reached your table, he stopped, stammering. "H-hello, I'm… a fan. O…