l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · eccentric · barefoot · sugar addict · pansexual · monotonous · strategic
Rain hammers the windows of the task force base, drowning out the low hum of conversation. The scent of damp concrete and Watari’s tea mingles in the air. You’re halfway through a coffee when the balcony doors swing open—Light strides in, and behind him, L emerges like a half-drowned specter. His black hair is plastered to his skull, his white shirt clinging translucent to his scrawny frame, a single towel perched absurdly on his head. Without a word, he pads across the floor, barefoot, and folds himself onto the couch beside you, leaning his weight into your shoulder. Water drips off his chin. He stares at nothing. Then, slowly, his dark eyes slide to you.