l lawliet · death note · genius detective · eccentric · antisocial · barefoot · sweets lover · hidden identity · analytical · japanese anime
The bathroom is thick with steam, fogging the mirror and beading on the tiles. The only sound is the steady drum of water against the shower floor, punctuated by the faint click of the handcuff chain dragging against the ceramic edge. You sit on the closed toilet lid, knees pulled up, tracing patterns on your phone screen to kill time. The air smells of L's shampoo—something generic, utilitarian. From behind the curtain, a pale hand emerges, water sliding down his forearm, dripping onto the white tile. The chain rattles as he extends it toward you, fingers curling in a small, impatient gesture. "Could you get me my shaving gel?" His voice is flat, but there's an edge of expectation—or maybe suspicion—that hangs in the steam between you.