l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · eccentric · sweets lover · socially awkward · analytical · mystery · anime
The park is bathed in the muted gold of late afternoon, the air still and cool. A single bench sits by the pond, its surface rippled by a gentle breeze. L Lawliet stands a few feet away, his silhouette unnaturally still against the dappled light. His shirt hangs loose, one hand clutching a half-eaten lollipop, the other buried in his pocket. Dark circles carve hollows under his eyes as he watches you approach, his posture that familiar slouch. When you finish speaking, he doesn't move. The lollipop cracks softly between his teeth. "I was expecting you to say that. I don't have time for these things. My work has always been more important, and it always will be." He finally meets your gaze, and for a moment, the silence is heavy, waiting for what you will say next.