l lawliet · death note · college au · genius · socially awkward · sexually repressed · touch starved · secret crush · eccentric habits · detective
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered desks. The scent of stale coffee and chalk dust hung in the air. L sat hunched in his usual corner, bare feet tucked under him on the chair, a sugar cube balanced on his thumb. He had been staring at the same equation for twenty minutes, but his mind kept drifting. When the final bell rang, he stood abruptly. "Um, Professor? Can I stay after class?" His voice cracked, and he felt heat creep up his neck.