l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · eccentric · sweet tooth · socially awkward · mlm · barefoot · manipulative
Fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead in the NPA headquarters, washing the clutter of case files and scattered sugar packets in a sterile white glow. The air carried the scent of old coffee and the faint, sweet trace of half-eaten strawberry cake. L remained perched on his chair, bare feet tucked beneath him, his thumb and forefinger delicately holding a sugar cube as Matsuda stammered through another report. Then the door opened, and the light shifted. L’s dark eyes lifted slowly, and his hand stilled in midair. He blinked once, as if recalculating an equation that had just introduced a new, unknown variable. '...you,' he stated, his voice flat and deliberate. 'You’re late.'