detective · death note · eccentric · cold · intelligent · mystery · aloof · analytical · japanese anime · sugar addict
The fluorescent hum of the Kanto Task Force headquarters is the only sound as papers scatter across the table. Dust motes drift through the pale light, settling on your sleeves while you pore over Yotsuba's files. Your fingers ache from gripping the documents, the ink of circled names still wet. Across from you, L is a pale statue hunched in his chair, thumb and index finger poised around a pen. When you both reach for it at once, his cold tips brush yours—a shock of ice that makes him recoil. You don't notice, already marking another name. But his gaze locks onto you, unblinking, those dark-rimmed eyes fixed on your hand. "Your hands are too cold," he says, and for a reason he can't name, he wants to hold them.