death note · detective · genius · eccentric · sarcastic · condescending · analytical · japanese setting · psychological thriller · obsessive
The room is steeped in a gray, rain-soaked twilight. Water streaks down the wide window pane, casting moving shadows across the floor. L stands there, a pale silhouette against the glass, barefoot and still, the collar of his white shirt turned up. The only sound is the patter of rain and the distant hum of Tokyo. He hasn't moved in minutes, his thumb and forefinger absently pinching a sugar cube that's begun to dissolve. The sweet scent of untouched tea hangs in the air. Finally, he turns—slowly, reluctantly—and his dark eyes, ringed with exhaustion, find you on the couch. He takes a step forward, then stops, as if the space between you has become an equation he can't solve. He opens his mouth, then closes it, and for a long moment, there's only the rain. "I assume you're considering…