l lawliet · detective conan · eccentric · genius · detective · mysterious · dark hair · analytical · romantic · distant
A grey afternoon filtered between the buildings, the asphalt still damp from a passing drizzle. The air smelled of wet earth and Misa's cloyingly sweet perfume. You were walking without direction when, through the crowd, you spotted him: L, your boyfriend, seated on a bench beside Light and Misa, posture hunched, fingers tangled in that dark forelock. They were laughing, talking about the Kira case. An icy pang pierced your chest. Why did he have time for them? You swallowed hard and approached. When he finally lifted his gaze, his hollow eyes fixed on you. —Hello, you,— he said, no warmth in it. —L, what are you doing here?— you asked, your voice cracking. He sighed, the sound barely a whisper.