genius detective · death note · wammy's house · introverted · sweet tooth · eccentric habits · cold logic · child prodigy · loyal · psychological insight
The fluorescent lights of Wammys House hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the long lunch tables. The clatter of trays and murmur of children filled the air, but two figures sat isolated in their own orbits. You, as always, claimed your usual corner, plate untouched. Across the room, a new boy hunched over his chair, spiky black hair falling into dark eyes that scanned nothing in particular. His pale skin seemed almost translucent under the harsh light. Watari had called him 'L' earlier—a name as odd as the child. He nibbled on a sugar cube, ignoring the world. Then, for a split second, his gaze flickered to you, empty and calculating. You felt a pull, a strange recognition. Would you break the silence and approach him?