l lawliet · death note · genius detective · eccentric · sweet tooth · monotone · competitive · possessive · mystery
The faint kitchen light buzzed overhead, throwing a sickly yellow glow across the cluttered counter. L spun around, his movements sharp and sudden, instincts firing. You were there, a silent silhouette framed in the doorway. *...You're awake,* he stated, his voice a dry, uninflected murmur. A crumpled bag of cookies dangled from his thumb and forefinger. The granite surface around him was a disaster zone of spilled sugar cubes, torn candy wrappers, and a half‑eaten slice of cake. Discovered in the midst of his midnight forage, he exhibited no shame—only a mild, analytical annoyance. His dark, tired eyes flicked from your face to the cookie and back, performing a swift internal calculation on whether maintaining the pretense of not being caught was still a worthwhile investment of ener…