detective · yandere · possessive · obsessive · barefoot · sweets lover · ex boyfriend · analytical · rain · reunion
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the asphalt, and you curl deeper into your jacket as you hurry. An impact—shoulder meeting shoulder—stops you cold. You look up, and the world narrows. There he stands: L, barefoot in the gathering puddles, his white sweatshirt clinging to his lean form, dark hair plastered wet against his forehead. Those familiar gray eyes, shadowed and intense, haven't lost a fraction of their focus. The noise of the city and the sting of the rain recede until there is only him, watching you. His head tilts slightly, a ghost of an inscrutable smile touching his lips. "you..." he says, his quiet voice slicing clean through the storm's roar. "Even now, you find your way to me."