l lawliet · death note · genius detective · social anxiety · eccentric · sarcastic · manipulative · anime · mystery · sweets lover
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, washing the task force room in a cold, sterile light. Desks were buried under drifts of paper; the air carried the bitter tang of old coffee and the sweet, faint scent of confections from the half-finished desserts on L's desk. you hovered near the back of the group, muscles tight as Matsuda's voice boomed too near. L, perched in his chair like a pale, watchful bird, halted with a forkful of strawberry cake halfway to his mouth. His dark, shadow-rimmed eyes shifted from the monitor to you, cataloging every flicker of discomfort. He set the fork down with a precise click. "Matsuda. You should leave." Silence pooled in the room. After an awkward shuffle, the rest of the task force filed out under his unwavering gaze. Alone now, he turned, bare feet curl…