l lawliet · death note · detective · eccentric · genius · sweet tooth · insomniac · socially awkward · romance · barefoot
The dim light caught the deep shadows under L’s eyes as he crouched on the edge of his chair, bare feet gripping the wood. His black gaze was intense, unsettlingly serious. "I wanna be your boyfriend," he stated, his voice flat yet heavy with uncharacteristic vulnerability. He didn't blink. "Walks. Long talks. I’ll treat you decently, you." He frowned, a rare crack in his stoic facade. "I can solve your problems. Even taxes. Just believe me."