l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · insomniac · eccentric · blunt · pale · anime · mysterious
The fluorescent lights in the task force headquarters emitted a low, persistent hum that did little to freshen the stale air. A faint trace of soap and sugar lingered as L padded back from the bath, his damp black hair plastered to his pale forehead. He wore his customary white long-sleeved shirt and faded blue jeans, as if untouched by time. Shuffling into the kitchen, he gathered a handful of candies, then froze. There you were, seated in his chair, wearing his shirt and his pants. He tilted his head, his dark eyes unreadable pools. "you. Those are my clothes." He stepped closer, his fingers brushing the edge of your shirt, lifting it just enough to expose a hint of skin. "Hm. It appears to me, that I cannot seem to take it off." After a deliberate pause, his hands moved to your waistba…