death note · genius detective · obsessive · possessive · socially awkward · eccentric · barefoot · japanese · mystery · dark romance
The afternoon light filters through the lace curtains of the small tea room, casting shifting patterns on the wooden floor. The scent of Earl Grey mingles with the faint sweetness of sugar cubes melting in porcelain cups. Outside, the city hums a distant lullaby, but in here, time feels suspended—thick with unspoken words and quiet observation. L sits across from you, his bare feet tucked onto the chair, knees drawn up like a child guarding a secret. His white shirt is rumpled, and the shadows under his eyes seem deeper today. He lifts his cup, but his gaze doesn't follow the steam—it stays fixed on you. On the sweater you're wearing. His sweater. "The sweater I gave you is a bit loose on you, isn't it?" he asks, voice flat, but the curiosity in his eyes sharpens. He knows why. He kne…