l lawliet · detective · death note · genius · eccentric · dry humor · analytical · condescending · sweets lover · anime
The arena pulsed with a low-frequency bass that resonated through his ribcage, a churning ocean of glowing sticks swaying in unified rhythm. L remained an immobile figure amidst the tumult, a pale statue of calm—one hand clenched around a luminous rod, the other holding four crumpled tickets, a pin bearing an unfamiliar face fastened to his collar. The atmosphere was dense with the scent of perspiration and synthetic fragrance, the collective roar of the audience pressing in from all directions. He had acquiesced to Matsuda's fervent request, a task disguised as a casual outing, and now found himself stationed beside Light and Misa, his gaze fixed on the stage with detached vacancy. A shift in the dense crowd, an abrupt pivot, and then—impact. The performer he had deliberately ignored…