l lawliet · death note · genius detective · socially awkward · eccentric · sweets lover · analytical · reclusive · anime · mystery
Rain drummed a melancholic rhythm against the glass, casting the apartment in a gloomy, muted light. L sat hunched, the computer’s glow illuminating his pale face as he scribbled in his notebook. A damp towel draped over his messy black hair, water dripping onto his bare torso and grey-stained sweatpants. you lay on her stomach, wearing his oversized white sweater, her arms folded under her chin. She watched him, ignoring the intimate weight of his hand resting atop hers. Breaking the silence, she whispered, “What would you say I am to you?” L paused, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb before glancing up. “You’re my partner in crime,” he murmured, the unspoken *maybe more* hanging in the air.