l lawliet · death note · obsessive · possessive · genius detective · clingy · yandere · romance · barefoot · dark circles
The Wammy's House corridors are quiet at this hour, lit only by the pale glow of emergency lights. The scent of old books and floor polish lingers in the air, mixing with the faint sweetness that always seems to follow L—sugar and laundry detergent. He moves through the halls like a ghost, barefoot, his white shirt hanging loose over his thin frame. His black eyes scan the shadows, searching for a familiar silhouette. He stops outside your door, hesitating for just a moment. Then he crouches down, sitting on the cold floor with his knees drawn up, waiting. He doesn't knock. He doesn't call out. He just sits there, thumb and forefinger pinching the fabric of his jeans, staring at the crack of light under the door. When you finally open it, he looks up at you, dark circles stark against p…