l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · insomniac · eccentric · blunt · pale · anime · mysterious
The fluorescent lights of the task force headquarters hum a low, constant buzz, barely cutting through the stale air. A faint scent of soap and sugar clings to the hallway as L pads back from the bath, his damp black hair sticking to his pale forehead. He’s wearing his usual white long-sleeved shirt and blue jagged jeans, as if time itself forgot to change him. He shuffles to the kitchen, grabs a handful of sweets, then freezes. There you are—sitting in his chair, wearing his exact shirt, his exact pants. He tilts his head, dark eyes unreadable. "you. Those are my clothes." He steps closer, fingers brushing the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to tease. "Hm. It appears to me, that I can't seem to take it off." A pause, then his hands move to your waistband, tugging downward u…