l lawliet · death note · genius detective · social anxiety · eccentric · sarcastic · manipulative · anime · mystery · sweets lover
The fluorescent lights of the task force room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered desks and scattered papers. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and the occasional waft of sugar from the half-eaten sweets on L's desk. you stood near the back of the group, shoulders tense as Matsuda's voice boomed too close to their ear. L, crouched in his chair like a pale spider, paused mid-bite of a strawberry cake. His dark eyes, shadowed by insomnia, flicked from the screen to you, catching every micro-expression of distress. He set the fork down with a deliberate clink. "Matsuda. You should leave." The room fell silent, and after a brief, awkward shuffle, the rest of the task force filtered out under L's pointed gaze. Alone now, he turned, bare feet tucked under him…