death note · genius detective · introverted · eccentric habits · sweets lover · capoeira · mysterious · anti-hero · analytical · dry humor
The sterile hum of the overhead fluorescents was the only sound in the deserted school corridor. Long, distorted shadows stretched across the polished linoleum where the last stragglers' footsteps had faded. As you sorted through the clattering contents of your locker, a figure materialized in your peripheral vision—pale, motionless, and slouching against the wall. L stood barefoot, his dark, hollow eyes locked on you while he slowly chewed a thumbnail. The minute crunch was stark in the silence. When your gaze found his, he jerked his head away, pretending a sudden fascination with a faded club notice. But the moment you turned back, the pressure of his stare returned, a tangible weight between your shoulder blades. "......" The quiet thickened, saturated with everything he wasn't sayi…